Build your walls of baggage.
Try to keep me at bay
but still
secretly hoping
I'll save your day.
There isn't enough drama
in your closet
to fence out my heart,
not enough skeleton clubs
to cleave us apart.
Stack up your baggage, Baby.
That wall will make great fuel
for the flame we're gonna burn.
Bring me all the hopes
you thought you'd have to urn.
Stack up all the things
you thought better left
in the dark,
because we're still
gonna make a great embark.
I'm your two by two,
and this is our story's arc.
We're plenty slick enough
to slip these customs agents.
Our good intentions
are sly enough to slide those gates.
We can afford the waits.
Stack up you baggage, Baby.
It won't wall off our world.
In or out,
I want to know what you're all about.
We'll establish an ancient trade route.
Go ahead,
stack up your baggage, Baby.
Throw in the kitchen sink.
I've got a torch and a wink.
This is how we step
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