| We sat till the morning
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| Huddled into the doorway of my home
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| Face down in a hallway
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| Left my heart in a corner to gather dust
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| You said I think it’s Tuesday
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| And it doesn’t even matter 'cause we’re gone away
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| I sit you down in my arm
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| We don’t need to talk
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| Yeah, get that voodoo on, let it spin
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| I don’t need a morning
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| Just take it to the sun
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| I don’t need a morning
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| When you feel the afterglow
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| Wait out for the verdict
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| I won’t sleep until I’ve heard it from my own tongue
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| My season keeps turning
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| My love keeps burning, but it won’t burn out
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| I try to pick up the phone
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| But you got my fingers and you got my tongue
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| And I nailed it to the hard wood floor
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| Turn off the lights and close the door, but
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| I don’t need a morning
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| Just take it to the sun
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| I don’t need a morning
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| When you feel the afterglow
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| I don’t need a morning (I try to pick up the phone)
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| (But you got my fingers and you got my tongue)
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| Just take it to the sun (And I nailed it to the hard wood floor)
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| (Turn off the lights and close the door, but)
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| I don’t need a morning (I try to pick up the phone)
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| (But you got my fingers and you got
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| my tongue) When you feel the afterglow
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| (And I nailed it to the hard wood floor)
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| (Turn off the lights and close the door) |