| It’s past check out at the St Mark’s
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| and I don’t want to leave the room
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| After bathing in the street lamps
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| filtered by blinds, smoke and you
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| A scent that can’t be store bought,
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| sweet sweat from lovers' pores, how it pours
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| If I stand still a minute, can I pretend it’s one day more?
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| When all that’s melted here between us, once was mine and now is yours
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| CH:
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| I want to walk through Strawberry Fields with you forever
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| I can Imagine all the candles on the flowers
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| If Love and Peace were so easily reached
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| The world would roll the way that we do — for hours and hours
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| I know both of us are hungry
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| but we don’t want for food to eat
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| Just a none too subtle pretext
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| for another chance to meet
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| I hold the door wide open
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| and pray you’ll come inside
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| My open heart on my sleeve, I have found no desire left to hide
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| With my ticket to this dance I’m going to take my chance with you on this ride
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| (CH) |