| She asked me if I’d had dreams before
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| When I was 18 and nothing more
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| 27 is the number that I count to baby
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| 27 is the number that I count to baby
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| Giants in my mind are looking down
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| Upon them I place a heavy crown
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| 27 is the number that I count to baby
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| 27 is the number that I count to baby
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| I find it hard to leave the house
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| I focus on the inside out
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| My head is filling up with doubts
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| More than most I need you now
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| You taught me how again
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| How to love myself
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| My voice is loud again
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| Twentyseven
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| There is a feeling that’s holding me
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| There is a feeling that’s holding me down
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| 27 is the number that I count to baby
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| 27 is the number that I count to baby
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| I find it hard to leave the house
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| I focus on the inside out
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| My head is filling up with doubts
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| More than most I need you now
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| You taught me how again
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| How to love myself
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| My voice is loud again
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| Twentyseven
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| Stars are falling, all alone, it’s harder to pretend
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| That an early coffin, soon forgotten, has glory still in it
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| You taught me how again
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| How to love myself
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| My voice is loud again
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| Twentyseven
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| It’s the moment you so desperately crave
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| Running deeper, running deeper in your veins |