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Come to my window |
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Crawl inside, wait by the light |
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Of the moon |
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Come to my window |
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I'll be home soon |
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I would dial the numbers |
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Just to listen to your breath |
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I would stand inside my hell |
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And hold the hand of death |
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You don't know how far I'd go |
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To ease this precious ache |
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You don't know how much I'd give |
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Or how much I can take |
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Just to reach you |
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Just to reach you |
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Just to reach you |
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Come to my window |
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Crawl inside, wait by the light |
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Of the moon |
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Come to my window |
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I'll be home soon |
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Keeping my eyes open |
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I cannot afford to sleep |
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Giving away promises |
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I know that I can't keep |
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Nothing fills the blackness |
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That has seeped into my chest |
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I need you in my blood |
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I am forsaking all the rest |
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Just to reach you |
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Just to reach you |
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Oh to reach you |
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Come to my window |
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Crawl inside, wait by the light |
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Of the moon |
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Come to my window |
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I'll be home soon |
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I don't care what they think |
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I don't care what they say |
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What do they know about this |
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Love anyway |
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Come to my window |
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Crawl inside, wait by the light |
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Of the moon |
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Come to my window |
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I'll be home soon |