| There’s a place where we hung out
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| At The Sunset Marquis
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| And I miss the way your hand felt
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| Resting on my knee
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| It was one of the few times
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| I didn’t want to change a thing
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| And the way the light hit your face just right
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| Was like a movie, a movie
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| And the way you laughed
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| Well it warmed the draft
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| Running through me, through me
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| And I wanna go back to try and unwind
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| A couple is snapping at each other
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| Like dirty old rubber bands
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| While a waitress in a cat suit
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| Is starting to expand
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| I draw a line around your finger
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| Like a wedding band
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| Then I scribble down some poetry
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| On a book of matches
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| Cause I realise I am sitting with
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| One of the finest catches
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| And suddenly in the background it was you
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| Playing on that radio
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| Burning on that stereo
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| In the bar at The Sunset Marquis
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| There was a party in my head
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| Where did everybody go?
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| One night in the blue light
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| I sat there all alone
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| And I tried to remember
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| The smell of your coat
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| Then I touched my hand and I
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| Whispered into my own ear, my own ear
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| In the background something familiar
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| Something was so clear, so clear
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| And I realised that it was me
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| Playing on that radio
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| Burning on that stereo
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| In the bar at The Sunset Marquis singing 'bout
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| All the laughs we once had darling
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| Oh the way it felt to me
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| In the bar at The Sunset Marquis |