| Six thousand miles away, the first thing on my mind
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| I’ve not been to bed, my thoughts are racing
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| My heart is lagging behind
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| Desperate times call for double measures
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| The drinks ae going down alleviating the pressure
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| Just to see you for a second now, if only I could
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| Just to breathe the same air, then you know that I would
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| A needle in the heart from a silhouette
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| She could’ve been you but for the cigarette
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| When back, will you dig your heels in?
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| Dig your heels into my back?
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| Scratch your name upon my lips
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| Take the belt from off your hips
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| A needle in the heart from a silhouette
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| She could’ve been you but for the cigarette
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| A needle in the heart from a silhouette
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| She could’ve been you but for the cigarette
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| When will I see you again? |
| When will I see you again?
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| When will I see you again? |
| When will I see you again?
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| When will I see you again? |
| When will I see you again?
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| When will I see you again? |
| When will I see you again?
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| Scratch your name upon my lips
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| Scratch your name upon my lips
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| Scratch your name upon my lips
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| Scratch your name upon my lips |