| Stay and fill me up with something else
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| You’re all that’s left
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| And I’ll be picking up the pieces of our past
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| Like broken glass
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| Affection ruptures lonely nights
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| But I’ve, always been the last in line
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| For romance
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| Captive among lonely hearts
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| Are all we are
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| Captive behind broken hearts
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| Are all we are
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| So lovely can I stay the night (Can I stay, can I stay)
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| And baby if I said that I’ll be back tomorrow
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| This might be a bit shy from the truth (From the truth)
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| As lonely as the days that we begin to follow
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| Somehow we become those walls we build (Somehow)
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| Somehow we lose the urge to feel (Somehow)
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| I’ve become, I’ve become, I’ve become the lesser man
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| We become products of ourselves
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| Slave to despair
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| Despair to aspire
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| A real lovers love
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| The profound beating of this chest
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| A poetic type of touch
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| That reminds us who we are
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| The feeling, the rhyming rhythm
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| Recalling wounded thoughts
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| Still seeming a little tempted
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| To set these sheets aflame as your eyes close
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| So lovely can I stay the night (Can I stay, can I stay)
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| And baby if I said that I’ll be back tomorrow (Can I stay)
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| This might be a bit shy from the truth (From the truth)
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| As lonely as the days that we begin to follow
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| He finds that (That)
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| That it’s worth more (More)
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| As he’s slipping out
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| Of the back door
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| He finds that (That)
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| That it’s worth more (More)
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| As he’s slipping out
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| Of the back door
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| So lovely can I stay the night (Can I stay, can I stay)
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| And baby if I said that I’ll be back tomorrow (Can I stay)
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| This might be a bit shy from the truth (From the truth)
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| As lonely as the days that we begin to follow
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| So lovely can I stay the night (Can I stay, can I stay)
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| And baby if I said that I’ll be back tomorrow (Can I stay)
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| This might be a bit shy from the truth (Can I stay)
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| As lonely as the days that we begin to follow (Can I stay) |