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Louisa Wendorff

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I got that James Dean day dream look in my eye
(So it's gonna be forever)
(Or it's gonna go down in flames)
You got that red lip classic thing that I like
(You can tell me when it's over)
(If the high was worth the pain)
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.
(Got a long list of ex-lovers)
(They'll tell you I'm insane)
Never go out of style
('Cause you know I love the players)
Out of style
(And you love the game)

Midnight,
You come and pick me up, no headlights
Long drive,
Could end in burning flames or paradise

'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name

I got that James Dean daydream look in my eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that I like
And when we go crashing down,
we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
Out of style

Fade into view, oh,
it's been a while since I have even heard from you

I should just tell you to leave 'cause I
Know exactly where it leads but I
Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

I got that James Dean day dream look in my eye
(So it's gonna be forever)
(Or it's gonna go down in flames)
You got that red lip classic thing that I like
(You can tell me when it's over)
(If the high was worth the pain)
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.
(Got a long list of ex-lovers)
(They'll tell you I'm insane) Never go out of style
('Cause you know I love the players)
Out of style
(And you love the game)

You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt
And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
Oo out of style

'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name

Midnight,
You come and pick me up, no headlights
Long drive,
Could end in burning flames or paradise

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