| Oh, and when will our heartbeats fall into two lines
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| And the click-clack of our boot heels beat out the same time
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| Oh, and when will your hand find itself in mine?
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| Oh, and when will your hand find itself in mine?
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| And though I don’t know your real name
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| Your real age, or your shoe size
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| I will leave this bedroom chair
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| And this keyboard behind
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| And I will love you in reality and dreams
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| And I will love you in reality and dreams
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| And though it kills me to know
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| That when we are through
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| You go to your real lover
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| Who’ll put real kisses on you
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| Oh well, an ex is about the best that I can do Oh well, an ex is about the best that I can do And so this lonely, lonely hull
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| Has no use left for living
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| After finding her love
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| In a heart so unpermitting
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| And I will die and never ever hold your hand
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| And I will die and never ever hold your hand
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| But I’ll kiss my lips and I’ll blow it to you
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| It’ll be the last thing that I ever do And wherever you go and whatever you do There’s a man underground that will always love you
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| Oh, wherever you go and whatever you do There’s a man underground that will always love you
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| Wherever you go and whatever you do There’s a man underground that will always love you |