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Backseat Serenade 
Easy
by All Time Low
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Lazy lover
a place for me again
You it once before
I know you did
I see it
Whiskey Princess
Drink me under, me in
You had me at come boy
I need a friend
I understand
Backseat serenade
hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty a summer day
Kiss the sweat away
To your radio
Backseat serenade
grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of alone
You're like a summer day
Kiss the pain away
To your radio...
You take me over
I throw you up against the wall
We've it all before
But one's different
It's deliberate
You send me reeling
Calling out to you for more
The of moment lives in metaphor
Yeah, it all
Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm of sleeping alone
You're salty a summer day
Kiss the sweat away
To your radio
serenade
Little grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of alone
You're salty a summer day
the pain away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're like a summer day
Kiss the sweat away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
Little hand grenade
(Oh) aren't you sick of sleeping alone?
We're salty on a summer day
Kiss the pain away
To your radio...
(Oh, god I'm sick of sleeping alone)
a place for me again
You it once before
I know you did
I see it
Whiskey Princess
Drink me under, me in
You had me at come boy
I need a friend
I understand
Backseat serenade
hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty a summer day
Kiss the sweat away
To your radio
Backseat serenade
grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of alone
You're like a summer day
Kiss the pain away
To your radio...
You take me over
I throw you up against the wall
We've it all before
But one's different
It's deliberate
You send me reeling
Calling out to you for more
The of moment lives in metaphor
Yeah, it all
Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm of sleeping alone
You're salty a summer day
Kiss the sweat away
To your radio
serenade
Little grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of alone
You're salty a summer day
the pain away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're like a summer day
Kiss the sweat away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
Little hand grenade
(Oh) aren't you sick of sleeping alone?
We're salty on a summer day
Kiss the pain away
To your radio...
(Oh, god I'm sick of sleeping alone)
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