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Honey, honey, you, you are on fire

The stars, they seem to think you're one of their kind,

Was it them? Did they light you up?

Or was it just you smoking that cigarette again?

 

Baby, baby, I, I can't seem to tell you,

That I hate everything you do

And I hate that I can't explain away

Why I love you, and why I need you

 

It's a miraculous arrangement of the planets and stars tonight,

Maybe there'll be a message in the sky for me to read tonight,

Will you be there with our hands clasped so tight, [deathcab steal!]

Will we float above the country, will I finally know?