| In the backseat of the taxi
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| When you told me we were only
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| Two punch-drunk souls all tangled in the wind
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| And in the backseat when you asked me
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| «Is the sadness everlasting?»
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| I pulled you closer, looked at you and said
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| «Love, I think it is»
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| And it creeps on in
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| To the corners of yourself
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| Yeah, it creeps on in
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| Until it hurts like hell
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| And you know I never knew how much I was getting into
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| No, I never knew how much I was getting into
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| In the backseat of the taxi
|
| When you told me we were only
|
| Two punch-drunk souls all tangled in the wind
|
| And in the backseat when you asked me
|
| «Is the sadness everlasting?»
|
| I pulled you closer, looked at you and said
|
| «Love, I think it is»
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| I can’t say that I can make you feel
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| Complete or free from your worry
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| But believe me when I tell you
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| «Babe, you’ll never be lonely»
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| You’ll never be lonely
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| You’ll never be lonely
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| Don’t you understand?
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| You won’t be alone again
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| And it creeps on in
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| To the corners of your soul
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| Yeah, it creeps on in
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| To the flawless parts as well
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| And you know, I never knew how much I was getting into
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| No, I never knew just what I was getting into
|
| And in the backseat of the taxi
|
| When you told me we were only
|
| Two punch-drunk souls all tangled in the wind
|
| And in the backseat when you asked me
|
| «Is the sadness everlasting?»
|
| I pulled you closer, looked at you and said
|
| «Love, I think it is»
|
| I can’t say that I can make you feel complete or free from your worry
|
| But believe me when I tell you
|
| «Babe, you’ll never be lonely»
|
| You’ll never be lonely
|
| You’ll never be lonely
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| Don’t you understand?
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| You won’t be alone again |