| I wake on Tuesday morning
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| And it’s raining again
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| But the town’s little like applauding
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| Like someone’s cheering us on
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| I keep a small secret diary
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| Of every failure I’ve been
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| Oh, you look so beautiful this morning
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| While you’re packing up all of our things
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Maybe in the sands of Los Angeles
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| We’ll find a new of life, just stay close
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| 'Cause you’re so much more brave than me
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| But I’ll be fine if we know what we’re looking for
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| Do we know what we’re looking for?
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| We walk through Venice in the sunlight
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| And dream of a house on the canals
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| And you’re floating higher up than ever
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| But I hear that distance booming sound
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| What if we fail? |
| What if we fail?
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| You turn and pull my guard away
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| And throw that diary in the water
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| And show me everything’s okay
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Maybe in the sands of Los Angeles
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| We’ll find a new of life, just stay close
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| 'Cause you’re so much more brave than me
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| But I’ll be fine if we know what we’re looking for
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| Do we know what we’re looking for? |