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The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather
Author And Composer: Jeremy Freedman and Zach Abels & ​Jesse
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All I am is a man
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I want the world in my hands
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I hate the beach
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But I stand
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In California with my toes
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In the sand
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Use the sleeves of my sweater
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Let's have an adventure
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Head in the clouds but my
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Gravity's centered
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Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
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You in those little
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High-waisted shorts
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Oh
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She knows what I think about
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And what I think about
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One love, two mouths
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One love, one house
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No shirt, no blouse
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Just us, you find out
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Nothing that I wouldn't
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Wanna tell you about
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No
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'Cause it's too cold
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For you here and now
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So let me hold
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Both your hands in the holes
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Of my sweater
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And if I may just take your
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Breath away
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I don't mind if there's not
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Much to say
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Sometimes the silence guides
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Our minds
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So move to a place so far away
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The goose bumps start to raise
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The minute that my left hand
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Meets your waist
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And then I watch your face
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Put my finger on your tongue
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'Cause you love to taste, yeah
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These hearts adore
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Everyone the other beats
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Hardest for
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Inside this place is warm
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Outside it starts to pour
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Coming down
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One love, two mouths
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One love, one house
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No shirt, no blouse
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Just us, you find out
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Nothing that I wouldn't
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Wanna tell you about
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No, no, no
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'Cause it's too cold
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For you here and now
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So let me hold
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Both your hands in the holes
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Of my sweater
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'Cause it's too cold
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For you here and now
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So let me hold
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Both your hands in the holes
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Of my sweater
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Whoa
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Whoa, whoa whoa
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Whoa, whoa whoa
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Whoa, whoa
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Whoa, whoa whoa
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Whoa, whoa
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'Cause it's too cold
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For you here and now
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So let me hold
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Both your hands in the holes
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Of my sweater
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It's too cold
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For you here and now
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So let me hold
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Both your hands in the holes
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Of my sweater
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And it's too cold
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It's too cold
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The holes of my sweater
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