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Their stars are crossing |
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And so are their fingers tonight |
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It's been dark for so long |
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Could it be there's the one with the light? |
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Their stars are crossing |
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Like lovers' stars do |
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Sometimes you cross it |
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Before it crosses you |
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It's cold in December |
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We wish it were summertime still |
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We're all in denial |
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Winter of death in its will |
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We can't help running |
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Avoiding its call |
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Another heartbroken winter |
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Will be the death of us all |
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The radio is broken |
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She sings out the truth in the night |
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You might see a horizon |
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But the ending is never in sight |
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The radio is broken |
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She's singing the truth |
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Sometimes you break it |
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Before it breaks you |
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The roar of the engine |
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Is pushing the dark from the night |
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And the further we travel |
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Our eyes will adjust to the light |
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The roar of the engine |
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Is calling to you |
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And you'd better answer |
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Before it calls someone new |
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Knocked knees and bad teeth |
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Golden dreams |
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Yes, please, let's take these |
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And fall to sleep |
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When you're gone don't lose your keys |
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Or you'll have no more home |
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Take your fruit from other trees |
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And you'll have none of your own |
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