| I was always insecure
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| I never was too sure
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| That what we did that night was right
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| Or very wrong
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| It was never in dispute
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| It was always understood
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| But I can’t leave it there
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| Now what am I supposed to do about it
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| Rest your weary head with mine
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| I’ll take you through the night
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| And bring you to the dawn in hope
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| But don’t turn your head around
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| No matter what you see
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| You cannot return
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| You’re caught by the magnet
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| Drawn to the light
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| Like a prisoner you are captured
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| You are left without a choice
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| Now it’s all because of you
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| That I don’t know what to do
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| My memory’s confused when
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| I recall that night
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| Now the coin is in the air
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| And I don’t know if I care too much
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| Which way it lands
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| Oh and what am I supposed to do about it
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| Rest your weary head with mine
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| I’ll take you through the night
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| And bring you to the dawn in hope
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| But don’t turn your head around
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| No matter what you see
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| You cannot return
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| You’re caught by the magnet
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| Drawn to the light
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| Like a prisoner you are captured
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| You are left without a choice — oh
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| That night Rest your weary head with mine
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| Take me through the night I’ll take you through the night |