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She said "You can't stay a saint that long in the city." |
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you laugh at the thought on the the elevator down, you're just a phone call away. |
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You're placing a big blind bet on the underdog |
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and though its a stretch, you believe |
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when you're against the odds, and on your feet |
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with you at your best, and promises kept, |
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she'd rather stay here with you on the laziest afternoons with you. |
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Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone |
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let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten. |
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You woke to the screech of the wheels on a runway |
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over an ocean of praise on a stage, |
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the songs of your love fall to your knees. |
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with you at your best, this is all you've got left, |
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she'd rather stay here with you on the laziest afternoons with you. |
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Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone |
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let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten. |
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When hearts hang on the line, and all that you fear has happened |
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Let the memories count the miles, and never be forgotten. |
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Was it something that she said, something that she did |
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to make you leave her here alone? |
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Was it something that you said, something that you did |
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to make her leave you here? |
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Don't leave me here alone. |
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Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone |
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let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten. |
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When hearts hang on the line, and all that you fear has happened |
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Let the memories count the miles, and never be forgotten. |
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