| I’ve been the needle and the thread
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| weaving figure eights and circles round your head
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| I tried to lie but cry instead
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| Patiently wait to hear the words you’ve never said
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| Fumbling through your dresser drawer
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| Forgot what I was looking for.
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| Try to guide me in the right direction.
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| And making use of all this time
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| keeping everything inside
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| close my eyes and listen to you crying.
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| I’m lifting you up
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| I’m letting you down
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| I’m dancing 'til down
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| I’m fooling around
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| I’m not giving up
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| I’m making you love
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| This city’s made us crazy and we must get out.
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| And «this is not goodbye» she said
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| it is just time for me to rest my head.
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| She does not walk, she runs instead
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| down these jagged streets and into my bed.
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| Fumbling through your dresser drawer
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| Forgot what I was looking for.
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| Try to guide me in the right direction.
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| And making use of all this time
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| keeping everything inside
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| close my eyes and listen to you crying.
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| I’m lifting you up
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| I’m letting you down
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| I’m dancing 'til down
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| I’m fooling around
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| I’m not giving up
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| I’m making you love
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| This city’s made us crazy and we must get out.
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| There’s only so much I can do for you
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| after all of the things you put me through.
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| Oh, I’m lifting you up
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| I’m letting you down
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| I’m dancing 'til down
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| I’m fooling around
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| I’m not giving up
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| I’m making you love
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| This city’s made us crazy and we must get out.
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| I’m lifting you up
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| I’m letting you down
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| I’m dancing 'til down
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| I’m fooling around
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| I’m not giving up
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| I’m making you love
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| This city’s made us crazy and we must get out.
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| I’m lifting you up, I’m letting you down (Whoa, whoa)
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| I’m dancing 'til dawn, I’m fooling around (Whoa, whoa)
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| I’m not giving up, I’m making your love (Whoa, yeah)
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| This city’s made us crazy and we must get out. |