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"Don't panic," she said, "just hold tight, |
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To the sky my love. We're the lonely ones." |
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We are the lonely ones. |
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I'm sure that there will be no sleep tonight. |
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So I'll just keep filling up my lungs. |
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Save for a few long nights, |
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And a slow dance with a bad idea. |
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I've never been more buried in trouble, |
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Than the day that I met you. |
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Motherfucking yeah. |
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You know I've always said, |
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Your mistakes are something you can't forget. |
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And when your past comes back around, |
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You gotta face it. |
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How could it feel so right, |
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When I'm doing you wrong? |
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How could it feel so right, |
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When I'm doing you wrong? |
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You know I've always said, |
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Your mistakes are something you can't forget. |
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And when your past comes back around. |
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You gotta face it. |
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How could it feel so right, |
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When I'm doing you wrong? |
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How could it feel so right, |
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When I'm doing you... |
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All of the lines we cross, |
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Are blurring into one big fucking mess. |
