| Will we get back
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| All our inhibitions
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| All the codes you’re wishing
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| We could crack?
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| And if love is in the city
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| Then why is home so pretty and grey
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| And black?
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| Tell me, do you wanna stay a little longer?
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| And with me, in the backroom
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| All your serotonin
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| Flooding through the morning
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| Do you get sad
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| When you know it could be over?
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| Curtains they would close
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| When the sun would rise
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| I watch your pupils dimmer
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| Your blood runs quick and thinner
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| Won’t you stay with me? |
| I love you so
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| Won’t you sing with me, please, every note?
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| How I long to be 18 years old
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| In the crossfire
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| In the cold
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| Will we regret
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| All of those distractions
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| Ways that we reacted?
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| When you felt low
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| Is there something in the setting
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| Sun that you’re forgetting, son?
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| Do we belong in a higher place?
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| In a powder race?
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| How do we erase
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| The sinking sand
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| Embedded deep in our heads?
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| Carefully you’ll tread
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| Hold my hand instead
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| Won’t you stay with me? |
| I love you so
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| Won’t you sing with me, please, every note?
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| How I long to be 18 years old
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| In the crossfire
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| In the cold
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| In the cold
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| Won’t you meet me at the loft at 4 Baillie Street?
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| Hold on to your dreams
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| Hold them tight with me
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| How I long to be at peace and in harmony
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| Won’t you stay with me?
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| Won’t you stay with me? |