Trouble written in the stars
Bending down with open arms
We could hug until we’re dead
Hiding in the lower den
Go ahead and make me crazy
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
We could make a miracle
Tell me that you feel the same
We could fight until we’re dead
I don’t want that in our bed
I really want to kiss you crazy
Timing is a blurry word
Never ever understood
We could fret until the end
Or fluoresce in trouble’s hand
Go ahead and drive me crazy
I would feel like, i would feel like, i would feel like, i would feel like
I would feel like you would feel
Signing on an empty deal
Running fast until the end
Far away from troubled land
Go ahead and drive me crazy
I would feel like, i would feel like, i would feel like, i would feel like
I would feel like you would feel
Signing on an empty deal
Running fast until the end
Far away from troubled land

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