| Filling up vacancy, the rooms in your heart
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| I’m losing you upkeep from falling apart
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| Made in the moonlight are tracks in the sand
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| The planets align like the grooves in our hands
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| The planets align like the grooves in our hands
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| We go without stopping, we’re the talk of the town
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| Candlelight visions, we sleep upside down
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| And since I’ve been loving you, I’m feeling so fine
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| Don’t matter to me, you’re gone half of the time
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| Don’t matter to me, you’re gone half of the time
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| You get your hands dirty, got no money to save
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| You work in the morning, I sleep through the day
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| I’m walking down Wilson to meet you again
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| If love took a turn
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| Oh, it might have stayed straight
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| There’s smoke in my bedroom, the new hollows I’ve found
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| You’re looking away, and the record’s too loud
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| So I didn’t hear you above the crackle and sound
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| You said you were thinking 'bout somebody else
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| You said you were thinking 'bout somebody else
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| You get your hands dirty, got no money to save
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| You work in the morning, I sleep through the day |
| I’m walking down Wilson to meet you again
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| If love took a turn
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| Oh, it might have stayed straight |