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Texty: The Avett Brothers. Laundry Room.

Don't push me out,
just a little longer
Stall your mother,
disregard your father's words.

Close the laundry door,
tiptoe across the floor
Keep your clothes on,
I've got all that I can take.
Teach me how to use,
the love that people say you made.

Stop your parents' car,
I just saw a shooting star.
We can wish upon it,
but we wont share the wish we make.
But i cant keep no secrets,
I wish that you would always stay

Last night I dreamt the whole night long,
I woke with a head full of songs.
I spent the whole day,
I wrote em down but it's a shame.

Tonight i'll burn the lyrics,
cause every chorus was your name

Break this tired old routine,
and this time dont make me leave

I am a breathing time machine,
i'll take you on for a ride


(Thanks to rumantik for correcting these lyrics)