| So we got straight to the heart
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| And I was a coward and worse to my shame
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| And fell hard upon the weightless weeks
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| And wasted every day
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| Till you emerged in the park
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| Like some patron of Washington Square
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| For the first time in a long time
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| Inside everything stood clear
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| So went out to find me a job
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| But I didn’t think I would hold this one down
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| It gives the same old sinking feeling
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| Of fucking hammers in my bowels
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| But you are good to me still
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| And when my old man was near to the end
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| You loved his broken body
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| In the same way that I did
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| I wanna lay me down and be lover of the year
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| In this strange new town, this strange hemisphere
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| God, it was state of the art
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| You called each of my sorrows by name
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| And a tide of tender mercies shook my body from the grave
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| And in the festival years
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| Of our makeshift parade
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| In perpetual fall
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| And immeasurable rain
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| I wanna see this one out
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| And I wanna join the impossible swing
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| And fall hard beside you
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| Screaming at the bowels of everything
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| And in the Islington morn
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| You’re the angel of 8th
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| And what’s more, the goddamn greatest thing
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| That Laney ever made
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| I wanna lay me down and be lover of the year
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| And in this strange new town, this strange hemisphere
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| You persuade me now to look closer in the mirror
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| And I wanna lay me down for years and years and years and years
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| Ah, there’s heaven in you now
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| Ah, there’s heaven in you now
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| Ah, there’s heaven in you now
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| Ah, there’s heaven in you now
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| There is heaven in you now
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| Ah, there’s heaven in you now
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| Ah, there’s heaven in you now
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| Ah, there’s heaven in you now
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| There is heaven in you now
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| Ah, there’s heaven in you now
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| Ah, there’s heaven in you now
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| Ah, there’s heaven in you now
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| Ah, there’s heaven in you now
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| There is heaven in you now
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| Now, now |