In this California king bed We're ten thousand miles apart

 I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I’m insecure and I care what people think.

 Is it over?
Lost you in the summer two years ago

 For the rest of my life
I got to leave him

 Let me in on all your secrets
No inhibition, no sin

 I'm gonna put my body first
And love me so hard 'til it hurts
I know how to scream out the words
Scream the words

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 I had a one-way ticket to a place where all the demons go
Where the wind don't change

 I don’t recall a single word, you hit me faster than I hurt

 Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

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