| Oh we’re running through the night
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| Coat-tails flying in the streetlight
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| Down the hill to catch the boat
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| To the other side
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| Oh we’re running through the night
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| Always running out of time
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| My pillow is my old brown coat
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| We’re two sea rats on this swollen boat
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| Because there’s no time left to take
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| No more as we go by the sun
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| And the stars feel like ours
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| This morning
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| As we walk out the town
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| Picked up by a baker
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| On the skirts of pretty Nelson
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| He was almost home
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| He turned around, reminded of
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| All of those who turned around
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| So I sat with his dog on my knee
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| And his baby beside me
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| While he told you about his wife
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| So much sadness in his eyes
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| Because there’s no time left to take
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| No more as we go by the sun
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| And the stars feel like ours
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| This morning as we walk out the town
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| And now as I descend
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| And all the noise is in my head
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| You pull me through
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| Because I am rich when I’m with you
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| When you’re by my side
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| Oh, running through the night
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| Catching eyes in the moonlight
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| We’ve got all the things we need
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| All the things we’ll ever need |