| Hey baby
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| Love is sad and ~ (?)
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| I’m waiting
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| The night wants us to be free
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| So meet me at
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| Docking off the station (?)
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| I’m shaking
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| The night wants us to be free
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| Into the sound
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| Of the sunset underground
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| Make a little place to election my (?)
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| Into the heart
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| Of the good ship blown apart
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| Make a little place to election my (?)
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| Against the grain (?)
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| It is also surpublic arcain (?)
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| Make a little place to election my (?)
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| Let go of control
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| Over things we never can know
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| Make a little place to election my (?)
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| I’d never
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| Ask for ~~~~ (?)
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| I’m letting
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| All slide down to me
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| You put your
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| Cold hands in my pocket
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| It’s something
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| I thought I’d never see
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| Into the sound
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| Of the sunset underground
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| Make a little place to election my (?)
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| Into the heart
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| Of the good ship blown apart
|
| Make a little place to election my (?)
|
| Against the grain (?)
|
| Into the sound
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| Of the sunset underground
|
| Make a little place to election my (?)
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| Into the heart
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| Of the good ship blown apart
|
| Make a little place to election my (?)
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| Against the grain (?)
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| It is also surpublic arcain (?)
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| Make a little place to election my (?)
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| Let go of control
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| Over things we never can know |