| There’s a nightlight from a candle
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| Casting shadows against the wall
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| There’s a phone line left abandoned
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| Waiting for you to call
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| As I hold tight to the streetlight
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| Trying to make sense of it all
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| There’s a sweetness left abandoned
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| Run to me, just run to me
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| So we can go the distance
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| Run to me, just run to me
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| So we will know the difference
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| So we can go the distance
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| So we will know the difference
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| As I hold tight to the streetlight
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| Trying to make sense of it all
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| There’s a sweetness left abandoned
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| Run to me, just run to me
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| So we can go the distance
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| Run to me, just run to me
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| So we will know the difference
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| Run to me, just run to me
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| So we can go the distance
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| Run to me, just run to me
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| So we will know the difference |