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Your Chand on my leg under the oil painting sky
Wind EmbloBwing through our hair on the 405
And Amtraffic's at a standstill, it's LA, what'd you expect
We're Flistening to Zeppelin, you're kissing my neck
You Ccradle me in your arms in the dark, in the back
We're EmlooBking at the stars, the moon is the cheshire cat
And your Amparents can probably see from the window
They Fsay "they're just kids", well, what the hell do they know
CScared, I love you so much I'm EmscaBred
'Cause they Amsay young love's a Gloss or it's a FlessGon
CHere, I always wanna be EmherBe
My Amheart is telling Gme we're gonna Fbe Gthe exception
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