| Well the day casts down
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| Lengthy shadows on unfamiliar towns
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| I drove 300 miles from the place I call home
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| And I tip my hat to the angel of the North
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| And the sun sets fire to the heavens
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| On the hills over Sheffield tonight
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| And I’ll sail over this countryside with new friends and old
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| And we are no where, but man, we’re alright
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| So you can keep your belief in whatever
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| I’ll wear my cynicism like a tattoo
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| While poets try to engineer definitions of love
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| You know all I can think of is you
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| And I can’t wait to see you on Sunday
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| Far from the traffic and the smoke and the noise
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| For this evening I will play back every message that you sent
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| And I will sleep to the sound of your voice
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| Now I don’t like using words like forever
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| But I will love you til the end of today
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| And in the morning when I remember everything that you are
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| I know I’ll fall for you over again
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| I know someday this all will be over
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| And it’s hard to say what most I will miss
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| Just give me one way to spend my last moments alive
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| And I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this
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| I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this
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| I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this |