I don’t want to start a band
I want to start a family
I don’t want a follow back
I want to follow through
I don’t really know where I put those fifteen minutes I found
But it doesn’t really matter as long as you’re around
Lit up hot on a TV screen
Crying to strangers about my dreams
Drinking champagne on my own
Scrolling through pictures on a telephone
In a hotel room
If I could get those fifteen back
I’d give ‘em to you
I don’t want to take your time
I want to take your weekends
I don’t want to hold you back
I want to hold your hand
I don’t really know where I put those fifteen minutes I found
But it doesn’t really matter as long as you’re around
Oh, a star to watch on your magazine page
But stars, you know, they live so far away
Drinking champagne on their own
Scrolling through pictures on a telеphone
In a hotel room
If I could get thosе fifteen back
I’d give ‘em to you
I know you think you want it
You’re sure it’s worth the big trade
But take it from one that’s lived it
Nothing is better, nothing is better
Than the love we just made
Seeking stories is a noble cause
But seeking fame will leave you lost
Drinking champagne on your own
Scrolling through pictures on a telephone
In a hotel room
If I could get those fifteen back
If I could get those fifteen back
If I could get those fifteen back
I’d give them to you
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