| She lies there sleeping, her hair’s in a mess
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| She’s got cheap red wine on the front of her dress
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| I suppose in a way I love her no less
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| We’ve all got our own way of loving I guess
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| We’re two of a kind we get by that way
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| Neither is waiting for the other to say
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| I love you I need you maybe it’s true
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| It goes without saying, it gets us through
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| So I’ll come to you once again tonight
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| I always look better when you turn out the light
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| Pretend that I’m special, romantic and true
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| And I’ll write you a poem and I’ll give it to you
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| Pretend that I’m Byron, Shelley or Keats
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| Who plays with words and subtle deceits
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| Pretend that I’m Romeo troubled in love
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| Who gives you his heart in a golden glove
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| This is my town, this is my place
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| I’ve got midnight bars written over my face
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| I’ve got a million miles staring out of my eyes
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| I can play with the truth but I can’t tell you lies
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| Oh, it’s hard and it’s cruel but it happens to be true
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| I haven’t that much to give to you
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| But whatever I’ve got you can take it for free
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| Whatever you’ve got that’s enough for me
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| Pretend that this room on the cheap side of town
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| Is a place far away where we’ll never be found
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| Where the cry of the seagull and the sound of the sea
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| Come together to make a sweet symphony
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| Instead of this town that’s covered in grime
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| With neon rainbows beating out time
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| Where the streets are slick with winter rain
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| And there’s no-way out to start over again
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| This is my town, this is my place
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| I’ve got midnight bars written over my face
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| I’ve got a million miles staring out of my eyes
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| I can play with the truth but I can’t tell you lies
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| Oh, it’s hard and it’s cruel but it happens to be true
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| I haven’t that much to give to you
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| But whatever I’ve got you can take it for free
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| Whatever you’ve got that’s enough for me |