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Warm and soothing, |
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That's how I remember home. |
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Walking into arms |
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Through the back door. |
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Hearing voices I know well, |
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And long for. |
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Cold and boozy, |
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Our holiday in the Alps. |
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Sitting in the lobby, |
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Mostly smoking. |
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Choking on the woozy afternoon. |
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I'm reeling in the music |
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And I've only had a few. |
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And I'm afraid |
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By the way we grow old, |
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My darling. |
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Abrupt, too moody, |
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You making our party list. |
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I remember sulking |
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On the sofa. |
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For most of the winter |
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We were strangers. |
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Just one more |
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To ease the ache, |
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Before the night takes me. |
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When you stay asleep |
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On your side of the bed, |
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Don't look at me, |
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Don't look at you... |
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I'm reeling in the music |
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And I've only had a few. |
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And I'm afraid |
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By the way we grow old, |
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My darling. |