| Everything comes and goes
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| Marked by lovers and styles of clothes
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| Things that you held high
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| And told yourself were true
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| Lost or changing as the days come down to you
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| Down to you
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| Constant stranger
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| You’re a kind person
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| You’re a cold person too
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| It’s down to you
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| It all comes down to you.
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| You go down to the pick up station
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| Craving warmth and beauty
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| You settle for less than fascination
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| A few drinks later you’re not so choosy
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| When the closing lights strip off the shadows
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| On this strange new flesh you’ve found
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| Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
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| You hurry
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| To the blackness
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| And the blankets
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| To lay down an impression
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| And your loneliness
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| In the morning there are lovers in the street
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| They look so high
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| You brush against a stranger
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| And you both apologize
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| Old friends seem indifferent
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| You must have brought that on Old bonds have broken down
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| Love is gone
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| Ooh, love is gone
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| Written on your spirit this sad song
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| Love is gone
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| Everything comes and goes
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| Pleasure moves on too early
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| And trouble leaves too slow
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| Just when you’re thinking
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| You’ve finally got it made
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| Bad news comes knocking
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| At your garden gate
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| Knocking for you
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| Constant stranger
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| You’re a brute-you're an angel
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| You can crawl-you can fly too
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| It’s down to you
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| It all comes down to you |