| I woke up and he was screaming.
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| I’d left him dreaming.
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| I roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper «If they want you,
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| then they’re gonna have to fight me,»
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| (Oh, fight me)
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| I woke up on a bench on Shepherd’s Bush Green
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| Oh a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee.
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| I got up it was dark there’s no-one in this park at this hour,
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| How do I keep finding myself here?
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| Oh, fight me.
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| If I look back and he is screaming,
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| I’d left him dreaming, the dangers fade,
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| I’ll run back and shake him tightly
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| And scream «if they want him, then they’re gonna have to fight me!»
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| (Oh, fight me).
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| But if I wake up on a bench on Shepherd’s Bush Green
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| Oh, a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee.
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| I’ll roll over and hold him tightly, and scream «If you want him,
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| well you’re gonna have to fight me!"(Oh, fight me).
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| Don’t; |
| fight me |