| I do still sometimes put my hand across
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| And I feel as yours gets placed on top
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| We drive along these empty streets
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| Same old ones they’ve always been
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| I can still hear your heartbeat in the dark
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| We’re still setting up the same old sparks
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| Pull me close and we lay still
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| I wrap my toes around your heel
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| And we’re talking as I write this song
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| Unfolding as we go along
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| And I suppose we really do
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| I suppose it must be true
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| There will always be a place aside
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| For you
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| I do still sometimes stare into your gaze
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| The way we’d stay for days and days
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| 'Scuse me but this seat is taken
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| They’ve been a while but I’m still waiting
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| And if I light these matches just to watch 'em burn
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| And I forget to keep myself warm
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| And I forgot how to sing my song
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| Then I suppose I really do
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| I suppose it must be true
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| But there will always be a place aside
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| For you
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| For you
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| For you |