| The most … thing is to travel in two pieces,
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| before you make a match you can shake hands.
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| The sun preach from whereever our minds today,
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| is heading … over
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| Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhohohoooo
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| Pentonville road where the sky never clears up,
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| and the nights never stops,
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| we were shimmering,
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| we were ev — ery-thing,
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| the next mor ni — ing,
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| our eyes couldn’t open so … from the dust,
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| and the wishes that we make,
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| takes us down.
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| these houses are made of paper,
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| but the city falses me to dance to dance,
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| that seems so …
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| that the two of us are heading,
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| behind each others back, after all these years,
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| …stay my hand down your shoulders,
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| …you, just lay me on that couch,
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| Pentonville road where the sky never clears up,
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| and the nights never stop
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| we were shimmering,
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| we were ev — ery — thing,
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| the next mor — ni — ing,
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| our eyes couldn’t open from the dust,
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| and the wishes that we make,
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| takes us down,
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| ohhhhhhhhhh
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| all the wishes that we make,
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| takes us down,
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| ohhhhhhhh
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| all the wishes that we make,
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| takes us down,
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| ohhhhhhhhhh,
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| all the wishes that we make,
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| takes us down
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