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Carly Rae Jepsen

Carly Rae Jepsen

Guitar String/Wedding Ring

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You were here, and then you left
Now there's nobody, nobody
Now they're all just second best
There's nobody, nobody

So if you walk me
I'll be around
You're a bird on the water
I'm a fish on the ground
Just hold closer, I want you to hold me down tonight

But if you cut a piece of guitar string
I would wear it like it's a wedding ring wrapped around my finger, you know what I mean
You make my heart sing
If you pull a piece of guitar string
I would wear it, this is the real thing
Wrapped around my finger, you know what I mean
You make my heart sing

And when you're near, I feel the best
I'm somebody, somebody
What's in my palms, it's in my chest
My whole body, whole body
So if you want me, i'll be around
You're a bird in the water, i'm a fish on the ground
Just hold me closer, I want you hold me down tonight

But if you cut a piece of guitar string
I would wear it like it's a wedding ring wrapped around my finger, you know what I mean
You make my heart sing
If you cut a piece of guitar string
I would wear it, this is the real thing
Wrapped around my finger, you know what I mean
You make my heart sing

You're in the country, while i'm in the town
You're a bird in the water, i'm a fish on the ground
And I wanna be baby, for you to breathe
And I hope you hear me, and hold on tight
Hold on tight, yeah

If you cut a piece of guitar string
I would wear it like it's a wedding ring wrapped around my finger, you know what I mean

If you cut a piece of guitar string
I would wear it like it's a wedding ring wrapped around my finger, you know what I mean
You make my heart sing
If you cut a piece of guitar string
I would wear it, this is the real thing
Wrapped around my finger, you know what I mean
You make my heart sing

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