| The city’s calling, the city’s calling me home
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| The lines and creases around my eyes, how they’ve grown
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| I’m singing stories about the twenty-odd years before the fall
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| And looking back I see they’re the happiest times of all
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| I’ll be there through fading colours
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| I’ll be there to brighten up your darkest day
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| I’ll be there when you run for cover and I’ll carry you home now
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| I’ll carry you home now
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| I’ll be there in your golden summers
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| I’ll be there when you’re bending and you’re ready to break
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| So take a chance on me now and I’ll always be your powerplay
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| I’ve heard a silence, I’ve heard a silence cut through
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| Between opinions that left me broken and bruised
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| We stole the shadows and then we danced in the dark upon the shore
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| Now looking back I see no one ever could love me more
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| I’ll be there through fading colours
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| I’ll be there to brighten up your darkest day
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| I’ll be there when you run for cover and I’ll carry you home now
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| I’ll carry you home now
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| I’ll be there in your golden summers
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| I’ll be there when you’re bending and you’re ready to break
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| So take a chance on me now and I’ll always be your powerplay
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| I’ll always be your powerplay
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| Tide turns with western weather
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| Fire burns but the smoke, it fills your lungs
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| Be there to get your things together
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| And be the parachute, the parachute to stop your fall
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| Tide turns with western weather
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| Fire burns but the smoke
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| Now the past don’t mean a thing to us anymore
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| I’ll be there through fading colours
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| I’ll be there to brighten up your darkest day
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| I’ll be there when you run for cover and I’ll carry you home now
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| I’ll carry you home now
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| I’ll be there in your golden summers
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| I’ll be there when you’re bending and you’re ready to break
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| So take a chance on me now and I’ll always be your powerplay |