| A lonely street lamp
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| I’m out on the street walking home
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| A small pale blur
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| Leaving trails like a snail I move so slow
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| Time can bruise violent indigo
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| Rush home to your arms
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| You soothe my weary soul
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| Wrong or right, be mine tonight
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| Harsh world be damned, we’ll make a stand
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| Love can bind, but mine is blind
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| Others stray, but I won’t walk away
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| Walk away
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| The clubs are full
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| Of couples resisting being one
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| They wear their youth
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| Like badges that tarnish all too soon
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| But we’ll be a team
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| Our two will be one
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| Love will be our fortress
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| When all else comes undone
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| Wrong or right, be mine tonight
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| Harsh world be damned, we’ll make a stand
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| Love can bind, but mine is blind
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| Others stray, but I won’t walk away
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| Walk away
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| Sometimes the world don’t make sense
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| Small children filled with violence
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| Let our light
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| Shine through the night
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| Wrong or right, be mine tonight
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| Harsh world be damned, we’ll make a stand
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| Love can bind, but mine is blind
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| Others stray, but I won’t walk away
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| Walk away
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| I won’t walk away |