Forrest

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She yelled
 "Tell Jesus he's a fucking loser"
 The wedding went better than the party with the city boozers
 Learnt you can't take photos of stars
 The cops will drive you home if you're too drunk to start the car
 Drove through late-night highways soaked in heavy cloud
 Gripped your leg a little tighter when we started spinning out
 Sat motionless across both lanes
 I looked at you and said: "It's ok, we're ok!"
 "I wanna kiss you on the mouth"
 A little bit too hard
 It took years to figure out
 Who we actually are, woah
 ♪
 Don't play two shots around here, mate
 Pub rules are you deal with whoever you've decided to play
 Juddy got back from visiting his cousin in jail
 But his cousin was escaped!
 You said you didn't want anyone to talk
 And I suggested you stop being so goddamn memorable
 Slowly turned around
 In a muddy clearing
 One day back towards the mountains
 One step closer to disappearing and I said
 "I wanna kiss you on the mouth"
 A little bit too hard
 It took years to figure out
 Who we actually are
 I wanna kiss you on the mouth
 A little bit too hard
 And pack a bag for the city
 Sometimes coming home
 Feels more like leaving, woah
 Woah
 Satellites and magnets
 Patience and sleep
 And I'm staring down the barrel and you look so
 Good
 ♪
 Toward the fire we will go
 Dumb kids on a country road
 Payday beers are drunk and thrown into next fortnight's overflow
 Despite my deeply seated doubts
 Still wanna kiss you on the mouth
 I wanna kiss you on the mouth
 A little bit too hard
 It took years to figure out
 Who we actually are
 I wanna kiss you on the mouth
 A little bit too hard
 

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Duration
02:51
Key
8
Tempo
177 BPM

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