| I want to feel you restless
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| I want to wake up from it
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| I want to see you stare at ceilings until you fall back to sleep
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| I want to feel you restless
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| I want to wake up from it
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| I want to see you stare at ceilings until you fall back to sleep
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| In the waiting room
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| In the waiting room
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| In the waiting room
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| It’s a little stuffy in here
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| I want to wring my hands in open elevators
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| A shaky finger, I am pushing the door open button
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| I want to feel the urge to press against my neighbors while I keep you in my
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| mind
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| I keep you in my mind all of the time here
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| In the waiting room
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| In the waiting room
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| In the waiting room
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| One is moving, one is standing
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| In the waiting room
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| In the waiting room
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| In the waiting room
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| Wonder where we’ll land
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| Will we fall straight into routine?
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| Or we’ll be strangers for a week, stir-crazy, lazy until I leave again
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| Then I jump out of my skin until you tell me where I am
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| Living Room, New York
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| Living Room, New York
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| I’ll give an arm just to hear you in the dark saying
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| «Living Room, New York»
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| So I’ll fold the world to be there tonight
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| 'Cause I want to fall asleep on your time
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| I want to fall asleep where you lie
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| I want to fall asleep with you shifting by my side
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| I want to fall asleep where you lie
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| I want to fall asleep with you, I
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| With you, I
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| With you, I
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| I miss you, I |