| I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks
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| Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I’d see
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| I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart
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| I couldn’t get no sparks
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| Ask me to go faster, put my foot down to the floor
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| Standing at the edge, I feel like I been here before
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| Loved you in the darkness and I loved you in fluorescent light
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| If it don’t feel right, babe
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| You can run and hide, babe
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| Like a bird, you can take flight
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| If I’ve been holding on too tight
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| If I’ve been holding on
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| Mmm, oooh
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| Oooh, oooh, ooooh
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| Your mother always told us we should go out to the dance
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| You can’t get struck by lightning if you’re not standing in the rain
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| Take it as the truth or you can take it with a grain of salt
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| If it don’t work out
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| You were in the shower we were talking through the glass
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| Packing up your suitcase, you were humming to yourself
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| One day you were smiling, I could tell by how you sounded on the phone
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| You said «I'm coming home, babe»
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| I’m thinking 'bout coming home, babe
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| I’m thinking 'bout coming home, babe
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| I’m thinking 'bout coming home, babe
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| I’m thinking 'bout coming home
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| Mmm
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| I’m thinking 'bout coming home, babe
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| Mmm
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| I’m thinking 'bout coming home |