| Hand me down my favourite coat
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| Show what you’re made of, surprise us both
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| Fly in the night, slow down town
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| Brake too fast, and bring us round, bring us round
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| And the finest days have come
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| Summer nights go on so long
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| So high I might as well be gone
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| And you are magnificent
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| And I can see you with my eyes closed
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| You’re the last one standing
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| Lean and hungry with a fire in your eyes
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| I’ll play catch up, you can show me where it’s at
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| I’ll go along with anything that you want to do
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| Every day I’m making ground
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| So high I might as well be gone
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| And you are magnificent
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| And I can see you with my eyes closed
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| When you’re walking into my house
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| I’ll be the last one standing
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| If you want you can get there
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| Night vision can I find your
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| White doves land in your treasure tower
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| And I promise that I won’t look back
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| Every day I’m making ground
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| So high I might as well be gone
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| And you are magnificent
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| And I can see you with my eyes closed
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| When you’re walking into my house
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| I’ll be the last one standing
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| And you are magnificent
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| And I can see you with my eyes closed
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| When you’re walking into my house
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| I’ll be the last one standing |