| Through a smoke-filled glass, on a desperate night
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| When the sole of my shoe lets in rain
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| When the heart’s tired of running and the milk’s gone sour
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| Will your feelings still be the same
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| When the match won’t light, so the flames don’t tremble
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| And the years are condemning us too
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| I’ll need a soulmate, to hold me, and a friend for life
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| And I’m hoping it might be you
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| When I think of life, as a chance not taken
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| Or as a compromise tinged with regret
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| When the kids leave for breeding and the TV’s king
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| Will you tell me we’re not done yet
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| Will you think of me, as a distant island
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| Or will you come with me to the moon
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| I’ll need a soulmate, to hold me, and a friend for life
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| And I’m hoping it might be you
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| Give me asylum, and I’ll keep the faith
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| Keep me in coffee and so safe
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| And I’ll feed your cats, and I’ll paint walls
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| And I’ll be your one night stand
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| Will you come with me, in the certain knowledge
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| That the catch is, there’s no catch at all
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| I’ll need a soulmate, to hold me, and a friend for life
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| And I’m hoping it might be you
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| Yes, I’m certain it must be you |