| Depart when the building lights go out
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| Depart when the doors are locked (Oh, oh)
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| Depart when the building lights go out, depart
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| Always in motion, distant devotion cuts through time zones away
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| City by city, I come just to leave
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| And I just want to be like a bed bug
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| And live in your sheets
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| Two in the morning, I call to see if you’re awake
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| The car is stopped and for a moment I can think
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| How can I be what you need and who you believe
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| When I’m always gone?
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| I’m in debt with your understanding, girl
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| Remember when we first would talk?
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| I think what I loved most about you was your thoughts
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| When you call, I will just listen, if you want I can talk
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| As you speak, I will just listen, I don’t want it to stop
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| I’ll stand close to you so we’re an easy target
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| The arrow, stabbing through, holds us both in place
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| If we were to, then become a separate unit
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| We would have to rip where it grew in us
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| Distance, distress
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| I don’t say enough
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| How I treasure this but
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| How can I show that I care and always be there
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| When I’m never home?
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| I’m in debt to your love
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| Most of all I just want to be
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| Right by you in perfect silence
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| City by city, I come just to leave
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| But for now let me be like a bed bug
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| And live in your sheets
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| Two in the morning
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| I’m in your room, our nest
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| My muse up on a perch
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| White line repetition
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| Dotted line infestation
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| In a distant desert town
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| That’s where I’ll go |