| The sunlight, no sound
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| Seek shade until we touch the ground
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| Rough night, hard flown
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| Gotta promise you an open door
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| List out, call lubes
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| Can’t remember walking back with you
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| Skin burns, blood foams
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| Now we’ve got a place to call our own
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| This modern love
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| Was always gonna fade away
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| This modern love
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| And now we’re gonna start again
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| This modern love
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| This modern love
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| Oh, oh, I can hear you calling out
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| Oh, oh, echoes of a distant sound
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| Still high, for now
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| Walk woman, try to figure it out
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| Heart beats so slow
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| Now we’re living in the afterglow
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| This modern love
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| Was always gonna fade away
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| This modern love
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| And now we’re gonna start again
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| This modern love
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| This modern love
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| Oh, oh, I can hear you calling out
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| Oh, oh, echoes of a distant sound
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| I just wanna stay strong
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| Been waiting for your love so long
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| I just wanna stay strong
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| Been waiting for your touch
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| Oh, oh, I can hear you calling out
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| Oh, oh, echoes of a distant sound
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| This modern love
|
| Was always gonna fade away
|
| This modern love
|
| And now we’re gonna start again
|
| This modern love
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| This modern love
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| Oh, oh, I can hear you calling out
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| Oh, oh, echoes of a distant sound |