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I got lost in a crowd now I'm sinking 'Cause the sight of your face left me weak Now I'm chasing a town at the border With my tongue stuck to my cheek Spent an hour last night with my brother Shoot the shit with a gun, don't be cheap And I wonder if I could get older But not yet, just give me a week No a month, no a beer would be nice While I shovel the ice Though I love how it breaks I still hate how it takes So much longer to thaw Than to freeze, kill the bees Scrape my knees Ride my bike Lose my keys in the dirt Maybe everything's fixed, nothing's broken All the doors and the lights in the hall And I'm hoping that I could just lay here And I'm hoping that you could just lay here 'Cause Monday, I'll be leaving for an hour or two You've got your big TV in the living room (living room) If I talk about you, then I talk about you But I can't, and I won't I know everything there is to know about you I know your favorite song from 2002 (2002) If I talk about you, then I talk about you But I can't, and I won't If I talk about you, then I talk about you But I can't, and I won't If I talk about you, then I talk about you But I can't, and I won't