Born on an island, guess that makes me an army of one
But I’m beginning to see how this solitarity is making me come undone
Walking in the wilderness alone, used to be my favorite pastime
But I’ve heard it takes two words to rhyme.
So I’m beginning to change, my ideology
Are you willing to stay?
Are you willing to pay the price it takes to get to know me, if so don’t lie just show me.
Are you willing to stay?
Are you willing to pay the price it takes to truly love me, to be my one and only!
You know they say, that lightning never strikes the same place twice,
But I'm hoping for a freak accident with my love.
Would you look, down from above, cause I'm out on the roof with my lightning rod, just begging for you to come down and give me a high five.
Well you can call me an egotist if you insist,
But I'm a man without a guide, could sure use some company out here on the ride.
Chorus(x2)
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