| Is it asking too much to be given time
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| To know these songs and to sing them
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| Is it asking too much of my vacant smile
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| And my laugh and lies that bring them
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| But as the stars are going out
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| And this stage is full of nothing
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| And the friends have all but gone
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| For my life, my God, I’m singing
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| We’ll take our hearts outside, leave our lives behind
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| And watch the stars go out
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| We’ll take our hearts outside, leave our lives behind
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| And watch the stars go out
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| Is it asking too much of my favourite friends
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| To take these songs for real
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| Is it asking too much of my partner’s hands
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| To take these songs for real
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| But as the stars are going out
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| And this stage is full of nothing
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| And the friends have all but gone
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| For my life, my God, I’m singing
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| We’ll take our hearts outside, leave our lives behind
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| And watch the stars go out
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| We’ll take our hearts outside, leave our lives behind
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| And watch the stars go out
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| We’ll take our hearts outside
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| We’ll take our hearts outside, leave our lives behind
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| And watch the stars go out
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| We’ll take our hearts outside, leave our lives behind
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| And watch the stars go out
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| We’ll take our hearts outside, leave our lives behind
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| And watch the stars go out
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| We’ll take our hearts outside, leave our lives behind
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| And watch the stars go out
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| And watch the stars go out
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| And watch the stars go out |