| In the lighthouse by the sea, at the 33rd degree
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| You make me feel so special and free
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| But there’s something in the air turning stutters into stairs
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| I look into your blue eyes and say
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| (Darling) Don’t throw it all away
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| (Darling) I’m here to make you stay with me
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| In the sun I look so pale, northern skin so thin and frail
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| But I try to close my eyes, when everything starts fading
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| When I wake up from this dream shivering under cold sheets
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| Ten thousand miles away, I wish I was on King Street
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| (Darling) Don’t throw it all away
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| (Darling) I’m here to make you stay with me
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| Newly risen how brightly you shine
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| Something seems to give inside my heart when you’re nearby
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| All I’ve given to you is faking eyes
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| I don’t understand, I can’t figure it out. |
| I can’t figure it
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| On a park bench by the street, at the 43rd degree
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| I’ll sit and watch the snow fall and think
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| If these walls could tell the tale and excuse to no avail
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| Will you ever begin to forgive me again, to forgive me now
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| (Darling) Don’t throw it all away
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| (Darling) I’m here to make you stay with me
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| I can’t figure it out. |
| I can’t figure it |