| It’s a quarter past midnight
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| On the street where you’re roaming
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| With the scent of your cigarette
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| The scent of a love so cold
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| There’s an empty bar
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| And I’m twisting all through the night
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| But every time we touch…
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| All that’s left is night blooming jasmine
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| And the songs that are leading me home
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| All that’s left is night blooming jasmine
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| And the scent of your cigarette
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| Never wanna
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| Never wanna go
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| Never wanna
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| Never wanna
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| Never wanna go
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| Never wanna
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| It’s a quarter past midnight
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| On the street where I go
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| With a shape of your silhouette
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| Cuz you never left my mind
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| In that empty bar
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| We were pacing all through the night
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| Still everytime we touch…
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| All that’s left is night blooming jasmine
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| And the songs that are leading me home
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| All that’s left is night blooming jasmine
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| And the shape of your silhouette
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| Never wanna
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| Never wanna go
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| Never wanna
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| Never wanna
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| Never wanna go
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| Never wanna |