| I’ve got a beautiful day with my face to the sun
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| Although we just met, I’m pretty sure she’s the one
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| With my head in the clouds, and my feet off the ground
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| Girl I don’t even mind it, and I don’t have to be reminded
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| He never asked for a world to repeat
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| Of a girl in the sack, just a girl in the sheets
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| He had those knocked down like a fist fight
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| He knew love, but he never found miss right
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| He’s so restless, best in the red sun
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| Still wasn’t it so he tried on the next one
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| Sexed them 'till the monday blues
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| But the love they choose falls short to the best one
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| Impressed them like he’s smitten with love
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| His heart is off beat because he’s given enough
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| He found the cure for his bleeding heart
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| He just needed dark so he could see the spark
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| The life he chose was a one-way road
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| When he lied so cold in his sunday clothes, but
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| He couldn’t help that he loved so frequent
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| Now, and it all goes down when the week ends
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| Situational love, he had a life going
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| So down he felt sick when he flied home
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| He had his mind blown, but never could right wrongs
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| Seperate girls set for different time zones
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| He likes owing his heart to every girl he sees
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| Gave it up to late birds and early bees
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| Fake hurt just ain’t worth the world he sees
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| It ain’t fit for the girl he needs (he needs)
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| So distant, feeling so pissed when
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| Typical plight met miss right’s resistance
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| His life’s missin' a love-type rich with
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| A miracle goal for his lyrical soul, but
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| What he had never matched what he felt
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| When the love that he had couldn’t last what he held
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| He couldn’t help that he loved so frequent
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| Now, and it all goes down when the weekends
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| And it’s all because of you
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| That my head it goes around, and around
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| And around, and around |