| Never seen you so far gone
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| Hiding in the corner on your own
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| Come on baby, take my arm
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| It’s just a little walk to the door
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| Don’t try to talk
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| Don’t say a word
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| We can’t talk no more
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| Not like when we got it together
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| We talked and talked about your fancy coat that you bought from that arcade
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| We talked about the universe and the rain on the parade
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| We talked about St Christopher and how they took his sainthood away
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| And now we’re here
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| Heading for home in the back of this cab
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| You out cold with your head in my lap
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| And I don’t know
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| What I’m gonna do
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| With you, my fallen star
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| Cause I don’t feel lik sticking around with things the way they are
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| Not lik when faith delivered
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| We talked about some songs we liked
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| Dylan and Depeche Mode
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| We talked about everything and then we talked some more
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| Yeah back to old St Christopher
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| And how the people wouldn’t let him go
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| Life’s a trip from cradle to grave
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| Sometimes it sucks but you gotta be brave
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| Why don’t we make a deal
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| A deal that we’ll see through
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| I’m going with hope cause I haven’t got faith |
| So here’s what we’re gonna do
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| Just like when we got it together
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| We can talk and talk 'til you feel alright
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| And when you stop feeling blue
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| I’ll be your St Christopher and I’ll look after you
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| If you be my St Christopher too
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| I’ll be your St Christopher and I’ll look after you
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| If you be my St Christopher too
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| I’ll be your St Christopher and I’ll look after you |