| I’m sorry for the times I wasn’t there
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| Lying right beside you, and flying miles away
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| And all the lights that wouldn’t shine
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| With us direct beneath them
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| The dark pressed to our face
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| You’re falling to pieces at the sound of my voice
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| I give you my reasons and I forfeit choice
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| And you say:
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| «None of that matters, it’s your love that I’m after
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| And you can’t give me full force»
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| I think I’m gonna go back to London
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| I’ve got a good feeling it’ll be alright
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| I’ve got a good feeling I might find
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| Something I’ve been looking for my whole life
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| A better life |