| When was the last time it was just us two.
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| This busy world gives us an endless list of things to do.
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| I wish there was a place we could go just me and you, need to carve out
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| precious time despite all we’re going through.
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| Call and say that you’re ill
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| There’s no medicine to fill
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| This love sick void of mine.
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| Let’s just turn the world off like a Sunday.
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| All we’ve gotta do is work our bodies
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| Underneath these sheets there are no worries.
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| When the world outside is scary,
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| Oh, baby, you’re my sanctuary.
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| Baby, you’re my sanctuary.
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| When was the last time we went out for a meal and drunk too much to forget
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| about work and how it makes us feel.
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| We can wake up to reality when our hearts have healed.
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| But for now this isolation—it couldn’t be more ideal.
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| Call and say that you’re ill
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| There’s no medicine to fill
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| This love sick void of mine.
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| And now that we found our space
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| To feed each others embrace.
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| We can leave our troubles behind.
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| Let’s just turn the world off like a Sunday.
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| All we’ve gotta do is work our bodies
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| Underneath these sheets there are no worries.
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| When the world outside is scary,
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| Oh, baby, you’re my sanctuary.
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| Baby, you’re my sanctuary.
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| When the world outside is scary,
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| Baby, you’re my sanctuary.
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| In your room all time—it stops.
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| And everything else I forgot,
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| Oh, when you leave it starts again
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| We can just pretend.
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| Let’s just turn the world off like a Sunday.
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| All we’ve gotta do is work our bodies
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| Underneath these sheets there are no worries.
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| When the world outside is scary,
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| Oh, baby, you’re my sanctuary.
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| You are my sanctuary.
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| Baby, you’re my sanctuary,
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| You are my sanctuary.
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| When the world outside is scary.
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| You are my sanctuary
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| Baby, you’re my sanctuary.
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| You are my sanctuary. |