| Black and blue, help her find the avenue
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| Red and white, skyline on a Sunday night
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| Cold concrete, changes shape beneath her feet
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| Warm wind howls, no idea what she’ll do now
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| Everywhere she goes, she’s on the edge I know
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| She needs a place to tell her favorite stories
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| And when she’s not around, the sky could fall on me
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| Cold and tall, like a painting on the wall
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| Heart of gold, you cannot love what you control
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| Eye to eye, is it true that love is blind
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| No regret, I meant every word I said
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| Everywhere he goes, he’s on the edge I know
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| He needs a place to tell his favorite stories
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| And when he’s not around, the sky could fall on me
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| And when your heart starts breaking
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| The earth starts shaking
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| And the night falls at your feet
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| In your last good moment, your heart is open to me
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| Lover, let me be
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| Lover, let me be
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| Lover, let me be
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| Your heart starts breaking
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| The earth starts shaking
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| Your heart starts breaking
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| The earth starts shaking
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| Everywhere we go, we’re on the edge I know
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| We need a place to tell our favorite stories
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| And when you’re not around the sky could fall on me |