And if I
died it woud be fine if I died by your side.
If you could spare one of your nine lives we could ditch this coast, get in my
car and drive.
All this time and I can’t get enough of you and every promise is true.
It’s my favorite pastime chasing after you.
And if I froze here in the sand, my hand cold in your hand, I’d melt in your
honour.
I’d be happily slaughtered.
I’m crazy for you.
Mind your watch, my baby.
Morning’s come to claim me.
Mind this heart now, angel.
Night’s not over yet.
The most magnificent pastime is chasing after you.
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