| TV flashes down the hall
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| Painting pictures on the wall
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| And you’re still sleeping on my knees
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| And in the glow of silver light
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| I trace the lines above your eyes
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| Just another wrinkle that you can blame on me
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| But I can hear the current of the freeway in the distance
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| If I keep listening
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| And I wonder if you ever thought
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| Of streaming off somewhere with it
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| Am I not what you thought?
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| Will you get tired of what you got?
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| If I can’t give you anymore
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| Than weathered ships and distant shores
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| Would you still be my compass, yeah
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| 'Cause you keep loving me the same
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| I don’t know how, but you still stay with me, baby
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| You stay with me, baby
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| Another day, another week
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| We’ll slip back in old routines
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| Until nights like these come in between
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| Simple moments in the dark
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| Ones that life can’t tear apart
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| They come along, oh, just when we need
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| And I still hear the current of the freeway in the distance
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| But I stop listening
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| 'Cause I know you’ll stay
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| Even though the waves are always shifting
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| We’re fighting our way through
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| I guess I always knew
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| If I can’t give you anymore
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| Than weathered ships and distant shores
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| Would you still be my compass, yeah
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| 'Cause you keep loving me the same
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| I don’t know how, but you still stay with me, baby
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| You stay with me, baby
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| You keep loving me the same
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| I don’t know how, but you still stay with me, baby
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| You stay with me, baby
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| Oh, you stay with me
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| TV flashes down the hall
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| Painting pictures on the wall |