Take me, take me back to your bed. I love you so much that it hurts my head, I don't mind you under my skin.
I'll let the bad parts in. Well you're my favourite bird and when you sing I really do wish you'd wear my ring, no matter what they say, I am still the king.
And now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in *
* - Brand New
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