| I lie awake through the night
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| Counting shooting stars and satellites
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| I sit and I stare
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| The ash grows long
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| Listening to all your favourite songs
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| I press and I fold
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| My good time jeans
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| The ones you always said
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| Looked good on me
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| I know that I don’t want to lose
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| Another love
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| So I press, and I fold these memories
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| Holdin' on whilst I try to digress
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| I’m infinitely lost in tenderness
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| And now we’re worlds apart
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| But darling the truth is now and then
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| I still miss smoking cigarettes in bed
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| I walk the streets through night
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| Counting shooting stars and satellites
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| And if I close my eyes, strike a match
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| Start a fire
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| And I breathe in the air
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| I can feel that you’re near
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| Holdin' on whilst I try to digress
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| I’m infinitely lost in tenderness
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| And now we’re worlds apart
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| But darling the truth is now and then
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| I still miss smoking cigarettes in bed
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| Stay, lost in this corridor of mirrors and
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| The angles and the light and shade
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| And love
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| Love it goes on
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| Love it goes on and on and on and on
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| On and on and on and on
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| On and on and on and on and on and on and on
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| Holdin' on whilst I try to digress
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| I’m infinitely lost in tenderness
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| And now we’re worlds apart
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| But darling the truth is now and then
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| I still miss smoking cigarettes in bed
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| I still miss smoking cigarettes in bed
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| I still miss smoking cigarettes in bed |