| The ceiling’s low the walls are thin
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| The little stars upon your skin
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| I cannot sleep I’m wound too tight
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| The morning comes and I feel alright
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| Take me down home on holiday
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| Lead me to your secret hide away
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| Let your hair fall down onto my face
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| Don’t turn away from the flame
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| Don’t hide your face from the rain
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| Lead me down show me the way
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| Don’t turn away from the flame
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| I know you told me not to run
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| It’s no big deal I’m just having fun
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| Why don’t you come down to the show
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| I know we can’t help who we know
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| Take me down home on holiday
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| Lean into the secret hideaway
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| Let your hair fall down onto my face
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| Don’t turn away from the flame
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| Don’t hide your face from the rain
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| Lead me down show me the way
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| Don’t turn away from the flame
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| Who am I to judge
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| Talk down or bear a grudge
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| And who am I to lie
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| Don’t say goodbye
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| Our bodies close and I feel your hand
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| No secret vow no silent plan
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| The air is low the walls are thin
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| I know we can’t help where we’ve been
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| Take me down home on holiday
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| Lean into the secret hideaway |
| Let your hair fall down onto my face
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| Don’t turn away from the flame
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| Don’t hide your face from the rain
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| Lead me down show me the way
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| Don’t turn away from the flame |