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Empty Streets - Becky Williams |
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The city feels clean this time of night |
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Just empty streets and me walking home |
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To clear my head |
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And though it came as no surprise |
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I\'m affected more than I had guessed |
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By what was said |
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- Music - |
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If this loves not meant to be |
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If a hearts not ready to open |
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If the naked eye won\'t see |
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Heart is broken. |
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If this loves not meant to be |
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- Music - |
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If a hearts not ready to open |
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If the naked eye won\'t see |
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It\'s broken. |
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- Music - |
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It\'s that quiet time before the dawn |
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And I\'m half past making sense of it |
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Was I wrong? |
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Should I think to give it all |
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In a world where not much ever seams |
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To last long. |
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If this loves not meant to be |
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If a hearts not ready to open |
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If the naked eye won\'t see |
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It\'s broken. |
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If this loves not meant to be |
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If a hearts not ready to open |
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If the naked eye won\'t see |
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Heart is broken. |
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- Music - |
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If this loves not meant to be |
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If a hearts not ready to open |
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If the naked eye won\'t see |
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It\'s broken. |
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If this loves not meant to be |
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If a hearts not ready to open |
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If the naked eye won\'t see |
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It\'s broken. |
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If this loves not meant to be |
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If a hearts not ready to open |
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If the naked eye won\'t see |
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Heart is broken. |
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- Music - |
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- End - |
