| Will you call me in the late night
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| Underneath the black, grey sky?
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| I’ll tell you how I see you
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| In every single new girls eyes
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| And there will be the same fight
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| Just to keep our story alive
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| I’ll tell you how I need you
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| But I could never be that guy
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| I know you’re flying out
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| We never sort it out
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| This is a falling out
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| But I could never see it coming
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| I know you’re flying out
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| We never sort it out
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| This is a falling out
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| But I could never see it coming
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| And though we’re trying now
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| I’m just so tired out
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| And though you’re distant now
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| I could always see you running
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| So call me in the London Lights
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| And tell me all about your twenty-hour flight
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| Because I know we’ve fallen out
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| You only ever call me when you miss me now
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| And I could be a fighter
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| Holding out for you and I
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| And I still miss your mother
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| Your sister and brother
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| But it doesn’t really matter now
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| I know you’re flying out
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| We never sort it out
|
| This is a falling out
|
| But I could never see it coming
|
| I know you’re flying out
|
| We never sort it out
|
| This is a falling out
|
| But I could never see it coming
|
| And though we’re trying now
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| I’m just so tired out
|
| And though you’re distant now
|
| I could always see you running
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| I know you’re flying out
|
| We never sort it out
|
| This is a falling out
|
| But I could never see it coming
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| And though we’re trying now
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| I’m just so tired out
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| And though you’re distant now
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| I could always see you running
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| But I’ll see you coming
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| But I’m a liar
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| I’m fucking tired
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| I’ll start this fire
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| Can you feel it now?
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| Burning brighter
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| And raising higher
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| Watch it all fly away
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| I am the fire that never decays
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| You are the actress that’s always in frame
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| We are the movie that skips and replays
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| You are the story that always remains
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| Always remains |