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Feeling like a pit stop,

and all I wane do is drop.

Don't wane hear about the sun,

I just wane run.

Lazy Saturday afternoon,

thought I could jump over the moon,

and it really was something close to love.

So close,

so close, like from above.

Can you hear the rythm sway,

just like it's nother sunny day?

Oh yes, I'll always smile,

even if all I wane, is run a mile.

Feeling like a master in disguise,

am I nothing but a lier in your eyes?

Did all you say mean so much,

just so much,

that you could erase it with another woman's touch?

I might be a lier, might be a suveigneer,

but somehow I'll always hold you dear.

Wane reach out and make myself believe,

you are just play-acting straight into my grieve.

Wane pretend that you're a hero,

cause it really was something close to love,

I know, I know.

Wane pretend that I didn't comit a sin,

but how can I los when you taught me how to win?

now I'm feeling like a silly motel-inn,

just waiting for my end to begin,

so that I can let you and me go,

even though,

even though,

it was really something close to love,

so close,

so close,

from up above.