| In my dreams they come in to collect
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| I got something that they want
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| And I don’t know what it is
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| But you hid it in my luggage
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| Like a needle in a haystack
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| So I’m running like a criminal
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| I’m sneaking round each corner
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| In a phone booth, through a window
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| And the air is cold around me
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| And I’m runnin'
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| For my life
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| Borrow beg or steal
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| Everything is real
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| One day you might feel
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| All right again
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| So I kissed you on the lips
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| You were sleeping
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| Like a racehorse in the evening
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| All that power of motivation
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| And the endless broken omens
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| And I don’t know if I love you
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| But I really wanna own you
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| And I’ve kept you like a secret
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| From the moment that I found you
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| We can make a deal
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| Everything is real
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| One day I might feel
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| All right again
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| And I can write my way out of this pain
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| That’s a promise that you made me
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| In a letter that you sent me
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| From Chicago on a freezing day in winter
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| Now I feel a little lighter
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| But it really doesn’t matter
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| Cause this love is not obedient
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| And it’s got its own agenda
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| And it wants to take me over
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| And it wants to pull you under
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| And it would like nothing better
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| Than to tear us both to pieces
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| And it won’t do
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| What it’s told
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| Show me how you feel
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| Everything is real
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| One day it’ll be
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| All right again
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| One day it’ll be
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| All right again |