| Oh Tom, we’ve been walking for days
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| And I’ve stayed awake for you
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| I wanna stay awake for me
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| Like I need you to
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| I fell asleep
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| Dreamed you were next to me
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| It’s a funny kind of ache
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| It never seems to fade
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| Tell me how your hair falls over his collarbone
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| And empty out your heart on your way back to his home
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| And here we go again, a needle and a pen
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| Rearrange that aching space that everyone left
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| Everyone left
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| And now I can make out your initials
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| In almost everything I see
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| It’s kind of like you leave them there for me
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| But I know you don’t
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| Or at least I don’t think you do
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| It’s a funny kind of ache
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| It’s a funny kind of ache
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| It’s a funny kind of ache
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| Tell me how your hair falls over his collarbone
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| And empty out your heart on the way back to his home
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| And here we go again, a needle and a pen
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| Rearrange that aching space that everyone left
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| Everyone left
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| I wanna know, and I
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| I wanna know, and I
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| I wanna know, and I
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| I wanna know, and I
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| I wanna know, and I
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| I wanna know, and I
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| I wanna know, and I
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| I wanna know, and I
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| Tell me how your hair falls over his collarbone
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| And empty out your heart on the way back to his home
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| And here we go again, a needle and a pen
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| A needle and a pen
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| Rearrange the empty space inside your heart |