Brooke Wheeler - constellations

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You're quite the poet under alcohol And I'm quite the addict for exaggeration It's past your bedtime and I'm past your limits We entertain this but it's not sufficient I despise the way that you drink You'll never understand the way that I think And I take you only when I wanna feel a pinch You take me knowing that you're gonna feel the hit like Ooh Ooh I'm in your orbit when the sun is sleeping Creeping on my tippy toes behind the moon It's past my bedtime, my compassion drifting Constellations of my life connect to one that has you in it Every planet keeps on spinning Every planet keeps on spinning Ooh Ooh You're quite the poet under alcohol And I'm quite the addict for exaggeration There's such a deep nostalgia in the distance Drawing lines through constellations Every planet keeps on spinning Every planet keeps on spinning Every planet keeps on spinning Every planet keeps on spinning oh Keeps on spinning You're quite the poet and I'm quite the addict Drawing lines through constellations Every planet keeps on spinning You're quite the poet and I'm quite the addict Drawing lines through constellations Every planet keeps on spinning (You're quite the poet and I'm quite the addict) (Drawing lines through constellations) (Every planet keeps on spinning)
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