| There’s a suit in the basement, boy
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| A dress in your closet, girl
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| Dust it off, put it on, we’re going out
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| To make the best of what we had
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| To make the best of what we had
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| It turns me on
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| To hear your song playing
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| The blacker the heart
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| The bigger the start you know
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| I am your star
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| There’s a suit in your coffin, boy
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| But there is nobody there
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| There’s a dress in your eyelids, girl
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| But no one to buy it
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| So dust it off, put it on, we’re staying in
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| I made a meal and we can wear it thin?
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| To make the best of what we had
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| To make the best of what we had
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| It turns me on
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| To hear your song playing
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| The blacker the heart
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| The bigger the start you know
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| I am your star
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| The way home is never old, never old
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| The way home is never old, never old
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| I lost my way
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| I lost my way every day
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| It turns me on
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| To hear your song playing
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| The blacker the heart
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| The bigger the start you know
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| I am your star
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| I am your star |