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The city lights are beckoning |
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Their sirens softly call |
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All the fantasists and fetishist |
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Are preparing for their ball |
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We've been stuck here on the doorstep |
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With nothing to forsake |
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But we might as well be anyone's to take |
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So I give myself to strangers |
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Like I gave myself to you |
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The tenderness |
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I felt has been replaced |
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By something new |
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And in the end |
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I can vaguely hear |
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An outline of your call |
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But I may as well be any words at all |
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Every memory is sailing |
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To the kingdom of your soul |
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As you patiently await |
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I lose my sense of self-control |
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For you were the lighthouse to my broken boat |
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But I left you behind |
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Now I might as well be anyone's to find |