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 I have my sentence nowAt last, I know just how you felt
 
 I dig my fingers in, expecting more than just the skin
 
 'Cause we're a lot alike
 In favor, like a motorbike
 A sailor and a nightingale
 Slow dancing in convertibles
 And you can hold me, like he held her
 And I will fuck you like nothing matters
 And you can hold me, like he held her
 And I will fuck you like nothing matters
 We've got the highway tight
 The moon is bursting with headlights
 
 One more and we're away
 Love tender in your Chevrolet
 
 And we're a lot alike
 In favor, like a motorbike
 A sailor and a nightingale
 Dancing in convertibles
 And you can hold me, like he held her
 And I will fuck you like nothing matters
 And you can hold me, like he held her
 And I will fuck you like nothing matters
 Even when the cold comes crashing through
 I'm putting all my bets on you
 I hope they never understand us
 I put my heart inside your palms
 My home in your arms
 Now we know nothing matters
 Nothing matters (oh-oh)
 
 And you can hold me, like he held her
 And I will fuck you like nothing matters
 And you can hold me, like he held her
 And I will fuck you like nothing matters
 And you can hold me, like he held her
 And I will fuck you like nothing matters
 And you can hold me, like he held her
 And I will fuck you like nothing matters, ooh
 
 
		
		
	
 
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