| Who are you?
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| I don’t believe we’ve met before
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| But here we are and outside the night is beautiful
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| And you look really sweet, me l’m so tired from traveling
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| I could probably eat that peach that Bernard left for Stephen
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| So, who would you want to be
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| If you could choose from everyone?
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| If nothing held you back, if no one told you where to go?
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| Would I find you on the screen, on the cover of a magazine
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| Or just walking down the street in a city far from everything?
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| Come sit with me
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| Here’s a pillow, here’s a knee
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| And here’s a thought
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| Our weightlessness needs no support
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| Your feet look really small but they can take you anywhere
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| Anywhere at all
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| So, what if we got out of here?
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| Where do you want to go?
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| Pretty soon the bars will close
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| I’d like to stay awake
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| To watch the daylight as it breaks
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| At the cemetery gates, they’re open all night long
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| It’s quiet and it’s safe and no one ever comes around
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| And the woods around this sleepy town
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| They’ve never ever let me down
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| Not like rock’n roll
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| Not like rocket science
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| Not like unexpected calls
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| From far away
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| Truth or dare
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| Tomorrow, will you still be here?
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| Is that a smile or just your way of saying «l don’t care»?
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| Let’s grow young for once
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| Hey baby, we’re still traveling light
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| And we’re no good on our own
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| I could really use someone like you, tonight
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| So here I am once more
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| In the playground of the broken hearts
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| See, I just want one more go
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| Before tomorrow’s burdens start
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| To finally tip the scales
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| And poke a hole in everything
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| See, nothing comes for free
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| Not even company
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| Who are you?
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| It feels just like we’ve met before
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| Here we are and outside the light is beautiful
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| And you look really sweet, me I’m so tired from traveling
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| I could probably eat that peach that Bernard left for Stephen
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| When he split |