| You found me so young and I gave you my heart without thinking
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| Cast o' white gold and hung from a silvery chain
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| So fresh were my wings I shot out from them shadows still blinking
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| All to find myself catching my breath in your cold London rain
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| Oh, pull me in, don’t let me drown here
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| My aim is true and I’ve got so much more to give
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| Dry my hair and kiss me gently
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| And I’ll surrender up my fightin' heart to you
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| Your honey is sweet though you offer it up on a razor
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| Your roses so pretty, so long as they’re plucked from the fire
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| For how cold your nights, I’ll remember just how warm your days were
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| Before your cold London rain could dampen our burning desire
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| Pull me in, don’t let me drown here
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| My aim is true and I’ve got so much more to give
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| Dry my hair and kiss me gently
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| And I’ll surrender up my fightin' heart to you
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| Pull me in, don’t let me drown here
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| My aim is true and I’ve got so much more to give
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| Dry my hair and kiss me gently
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| And I’ll surrender up my fightin' heart to you
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| If you wait for me here, I’ll return with a joy for your sorrows
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| A cure for your heart and a wee drop to soften the pain
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| And no matter the mark that we make on each others tomorrows
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| I will sing to the glory of you and your cold London rain
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| So pull me in, don’t let me drown here
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| My aim is true and I’ve got so much more to give
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| Dry my hair and kiss me gently
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| And I’ll surrender up my fightin' heart to you |