| I’d be quiet, I’d be neat.
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| I’d be elegant, and sweet,
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| and fall asleep against your shoulder.
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| You’d be strong and you’d be right,
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| You’d be bold and you’d be bright,
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| and warm me up when it get’s colder,
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| and flee, flee the city streets
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| and light, and light up our retreat
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| I breeze in and I depart,
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| little pieces of my heart,
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| in suspended animation.
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| and then your eyes will cover mine,
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| I’ll fall gently out of time,
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| overcome with hesitation
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| and we, could flee the city streets.
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| and lights, would light up our retreat.
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| and we, we’d be all right.
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| because the flight,
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| would be worth the fight.
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| Even the words, will all come out right.
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| come on let’s run; |
| just run.
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| Quick run for your life.
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| Quick run for your life.
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| and flee, flee the city streets
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| and light, and light up our retreat
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| (stop running for your life)
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| (There's nothing to run from.) |