| Faster, Sarah lets run
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| From disaster, Sarah come on
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| And take your heart from your sleeve
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| Leave behind the bruising strings
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| That made him old before you could get hold
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| (And) now winters memory of summer is cold I say
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| Faster, Sarah lets run
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| From disaster, Sarah come on
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| And take your heart from your sleeve
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| It’s a lock to a thief
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| Now here we are with the scars on your arm
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| But I ask you, I ask you
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| Don’t you think that we’ve found L.O.V.E.
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| So don’t lose it for me, we’ve got L.O.V.E.
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| No, don’t lose it
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| And take your heart from your sleeve
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| Leave behind the failing trees
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| That crowd you so, turned the neighbourhood gold
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| Until winters memory of summer was cold
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| Believe me, believe me
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| We’ll run again, run again, run again
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| Night, all night, all night
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| Oh I can hardly wait until we get there…
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| Beneath the morning sun a crowd is forming
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| No I can hardly wait until we get there…
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| And see my favourite face awake in summer |