| This town was our lovers' stage
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| But now you can’t recognise
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| The streetlights that are daggers to your eyes
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| You can’t find your bearings
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| You’re slipping into the ground
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| The scene has no colour and no sound
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| Do you still believe in me
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| After the things I’ve done?
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| Do you fear for what we have become?
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| The ground is uneven
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| We stumble from day to day
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| But shelter where it’s easy
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| I know your feet are like lead
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| But you’ve got to get underway
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| Drag your heart up to the starting line
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| Forget the ghosts that make you old before your time
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| It’s too easy to get left behind
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| I know you’ve been kicked around
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| But tie up your thoughts and lay them down on me
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| Each heart is a paper kite
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| Blown around by the breeze
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| Love won’t rest 'til it brings you to your knees
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| Some find it easy
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| Some will never even know
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| You think you’ve done your journey
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| Then you stumble and find
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| That there’s such a long way to go
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| Drag your heart up to the starting line
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| Forget the ghosts that make you old before your time
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| It’s too easy to get left behind
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| I know you’ve been kicked around
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| You wanna be lost and not be found
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| Let’s take the back way into town
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| And drink to the bad times
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| Lay them down on me
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| Girl, I still believe in you
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| You’re too good to fall so low
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| We’re gonna find a better life, I know
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| Things will be clearer
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| And soon as we make a start
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| We’ll be that much nearer
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| We’re too old to just stand here
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| Waiting to break apart
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| Drag your heart up to the starting line
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| Forget the ghosts that make you old before your time
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| It’s too easy to get left behind
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| I know you’ve been kicked around
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| But tie up your thoughts and lay them down on me
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| On me, on me |