| You crawled into bed, your head on my shoulder
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| You wanna grow old someday
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| You spoke of a house on a beach that you dreamt up
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| And a Lord to take you away
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| Woah
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| When all’s said and done, you’re scared and I’ll hold you
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| I’ll tell you that it’s okay
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| As I dig my nails and teeth in the pavement
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| You’ll be searching for something to say
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| If we stay, there’s nothing we can create
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| You crawled into bed, your head on my shoulder
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| You wanted to keep me awake
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| You spoke of a Lord on a beach that you dreamt up
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| And he would take you away
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| When all’s said and done, you’re scared and I’ll hold you
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| I’ll tell you that it’s okay
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| And I’ll dig my nails and teeth in the pavement
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| Searching for something to say
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| If we stay, there’s nothing we can create
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| You took me to the boards
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| And he nailed me to the boards
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| What do you want me for?
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| When all’s said and done, you’re scared and I’ll hold you
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| I’ll tell you that it’s okay
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| Cause I dig my nails and teeth in the pavement
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| Searching for something to say
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| If we stay, there’s nothing we can create |