| God damn, you look holy
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| Hit from behind with light
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| You’re a painting of a saint
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| And I’m nervous, stumbling over my lines
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| When I tell you I love you
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| And we stare at Catalina
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| A city lost to the sea
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| Carried out by the tides
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| You were the one thing I got right
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| God damn, you look holy bathed in the January light
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| On the floor of our new bedroom
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| On the carpet with the window open wide
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| When you tell me you love me
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| I can actually see it
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| Your breath frozen in the air
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| Newborn droplets of ice
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| You were the one thing I got right
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| I’m measuring heartbeats in miles away
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| You held me together
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| I used to burst and decay
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| We got off the airplane
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| A couple of runaways
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| I was hoping you’d stay
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| Could you stay?
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| You were the obvious one
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| From a taxi cab in Chelsea
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| Out past Salvation Mountain
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| You were the obvious one
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| From a walk along the highline
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| Out to Wicker Park in August
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| You were the obvious one
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| From your Upper East Side dorm room
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| To the South West Marin Headlands
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| With you smiling in the sand
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| Goddamn, I hate leaving
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| Another early flight
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| I ran the dishwasher this morning
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| I wanted there to be clean plates for you tonight
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| I’ve grown used to your perfume
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| It hangs in the morning light
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| Wake me up before you leave for work
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| Kiss me goodbye
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| You were the one thing I got right
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| I’m measuring heartbeats in miles away
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| You held me together
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| I used to burst and decay
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| We got off the airplane
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| A couple of runaways
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| I was hoping you’d stay
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| Could you stay?
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| I’m measuring heartbeats in miles away
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| You held me together
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| I used to burst and decay
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| We got off the airplane
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| A couple of runaways
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| I’m glad that you stayed |