Well I admit you weren't the one that I first noticed
Mysterious and unexpected voice amongst the chorus
I tried to rationalize and say that this is silly
But like a puppet on a string I would do anything you will me
You're getting close, you're getting close
Only supposed to be your friend
My senses froze, my senses froze
And you're the hot sun in my head
It's true I don't know you beyond intoxication
But the words we stumble on at night sobriety would never say them
Reality we left behind with humdrum days and bosses
So we'll do this for a week or so, go home, and count our losses
You're getting close, you're getting close
Only supposed to be your friend
My senses froze, my senses froze
And you're the hot sun in my head
Heart on the floor
Begging for more
Anything for paramour
Wishes that we'll never stop believin'
Fishes in a sea we shouldn't be in
It's only a matter of time
Before we're in so deep that we can't find the line
'Cause I know I'll never be yours and you'll never be mine
No, you'll never be mine
Heart on the floor
Begging for more
Anything for paramour
You're getting close, you're getting close
Only supposed to be your friend
My senses froze, my senses froze
And you're the hot sun in my head
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