| I’m so scared that you’ll die without me
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| I think about it all the time
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| Do a wee, brush my teeth
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| And you’ll be
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| Gone forever
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| Cycle home and leave your phone at work to die
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| Feeling too far away to help you
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| I guess I might need to sleep soon
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| And your dreams will at best be neutral
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| Wanna say whatever you would need to hear to make it fine
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| Always looking for the sign
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| Always looking for the sign
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| At the first patch of grass we come to
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| We can lay down for the night
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| Rub my head, rub my neck, rub my shoulders
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| Year eleven, me and Charlotte used to come here all the time
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| Always looking for the sign
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| Always looking for the sign
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| «Ellis I would be so embarrassed if I thought
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| Your parents could hear me crying though the walls»
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| Get ready to leave and you realise you can’t
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| You gave your keys to your sister
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| And in thinking about it you maybe still miss him
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| And in saying it out loud you might not want to live here
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| Which is fine
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| Do you still want to freeze my verrucas?
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| We can leave all of this world behind
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| Always looking for the sign
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| It will just take time
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| Maybe more time than we have
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| Baby, no-one walks straight into love |