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I don't recognize your face
what a waste
I want to see what you've got to sell
with your wit and your words and your confidence dismantle shells
but just one more thing..

ain't no chance in hell i'd win the race to get you
but that don't mean i won't cut my teeth 'long that big rock road
we've come so far and i know
that i like it so
who says we have to turn back
we're forever born

slide your hips up next to mine
we'll make time
stop in it's tracks and rewind
the rind finds its way to the fruit
and protects its clementine
feels so safe..