| Far gone are summer girls
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| In bed with thankless boys
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| And all the lives that need to keep
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| Awake another century
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| Far gone are perfect days
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| For now I’ll have to wait
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| In bed with all the ones I hate
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| To give myself, myself away
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| I belong to you now, and that’s not gonna change
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| I’ve been on to you, and nothing’s been the same
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| Is there anything as quiet as a night alone with you
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| Had it ever been as clear on the day that you went away
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| Don’t speak from other lives
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| Don’t need your hopeful light (?)
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| Your hand upon my face is fine
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| Remind me of my place this time
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| Someone must’ve told the man in the sky
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| To paint a portrait of you and I
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| Someone must’ve gone and told him why
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| Someone must’ve told the man in the sky
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| (Is there anything as quiet as a night)
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| To paint a portrait of you and I
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| (Alone with you)
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| Someone must’ve gone and told him why
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| (Had it even been as clear on the day that you went away)
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| Is there anything as quiet as a night alone with you
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| (I belong to you now and that’s not gonna change)
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| Had it ever been as clear on the day that you went away
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| (I've been on to you and nothings been the same)
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| Is there anything as quiet as a night alone with you
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| Had it ever been as clear on the day that you went away |