| get to bordeaux before our hearts explode
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| we’re so used to being lonely
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| tell me what i should know so i can let it go
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| you like to let things burn out slowly
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| i brought a sickness from the other side
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| will you heal me with your loving
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| with you by my side i think i’ll be alright
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| we’ll find out in the morning
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| you said you’d be right back
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| you didn’t really mean that
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| take the train to brussels hope we don’t get hustled
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| you’re so proud that you speak french
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| the first night we saw that terrible fight
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| ever wonder how it went
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| the rain is so pretty in this gothic city
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| a big room with just a bed
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| we walked all day till we couldn’t feel our legs
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| how could i forget
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| you said you’d be right back
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| you didn’t really mean that
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| nothing to lose in brugge let’s quench our thirst
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| and make love at the lucca
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| i want to go see the windmills first
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| whatever you want to do love
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| the english mates sure clear their plates
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| and yell at the waiters
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| the beer here makes my head so clear
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| feel less like a stranger
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| you said you’d be right back |
| you didn’t really mean that
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| shed no tears in trier so glad we’re here
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| and our friend she’s an angel
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| running late we cross through the black gate
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| i’ve seen you from every single angle
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| the last night under the disco light
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| we got drunk like americans
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| next day the same were back on the train
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| good things always end
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| you said you’d be right back
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| you didn’t really mean that
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| get to bordeaux before our hearts explode
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| we’re so used to being lonely
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| tell me what i should know so i can let it go
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| you like to let things burn out slowly |