| Without you, I’m stronger, I’m no longer
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| Filled with wonder
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| How wrong you were
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| You. |
| You told me I was younger
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| That I was filled with wonder
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| How wrong you were
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| For you, my lungs were pulled asunder
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| Saw that wild blue yonder and said: ‘such endless blue'
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| For you. |
| I would have gone so much blonder
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| Seen that wild blue yonder and said
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| Let’s end this too
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| So one last time, love, come and rip my clothes off
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| Grip the bathroom rug my skin’s grown so soft
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| So one last time, love, come and rip my clothes
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| Get a grip, we’re grownups
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| Let’s wander, till the fuckers demand an encore
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| Flirting (Wasn't flirting) At the back of a bookshop
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| Come and rip off my socks like you’re blasting the locks off of a bank vault.
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| Halt!
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| This time we’re done for
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| Let’s hide under the covers
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| We don’t know what’s out there
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| Could be wolves
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| So hold me, lover, like you used to
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| So tight I’d bruise you
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| I’d bruise you, I’d bruise you too
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| Every stone you threw, I stood on to better see the view
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| I’ve got something in my eye
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| I surrender what was, what could have been
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| All those wonders sit in wait for us, we tried
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| Try please try for me
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| Don’t you ever wonder, what could have been?
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| All those wonders sit in wait for us, we tried
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| Tried my best to get thinner
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| Come rest for the winter, wear my jumper all night long
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| Those songs we sung, those words we flung
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| For fear of sound
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| All those books that we both drowned
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| And the candle we lit, well we’ll use it to burn this whole place to the ground
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| I’m lost
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| I’m found
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| In you
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| Hide under the covers
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| We don’t know what’s out there
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| Can’t you hear that scratching?
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| Hold me, lover, like you used to
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| So tight I’d bruise you
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| I’d bruise you, I’d bruise you too
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| Every brick you hurled, I’ll use to build this world
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| This world, this world, this world
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| Let’s hide under the covers
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| We don’t know what’s out there
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| Could be all our demons darling
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| Hold me, lover, like you used to
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| So tight I’d bruise you
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| I’d bruise you, I’d bruise you
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| So hide under the covers
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| We don’t know what’s out there
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| Could be ghosts or monsters or a robot vampire, I dunno
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| Hold me, lover, like you used to
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| So tight I’d bruise you
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| I’d bruise you
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| I’d bruise you
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| I’d bruise you
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| I’d bruise you |