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All the hustler's are in bed - sleepyheads |
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As we flit above the rooftops of their homes - lazy Bones |
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If i could keep you hidden from everyone - i would |
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But they'll soon be dreaming of you |
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Sky-high most times that im with you |
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And if i hand you every hearbeat, oh why wont you hold Me |
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Feels all england is at stake - and it's too late |
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Cos there's nothing of me left that isn't yours and |
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There's no cure |
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If i could keep you hidden from everyone - would |
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But there'll soon be pin-ups of you - so young |
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Sky highmost times that im with you |
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And if i hand you every hearbeat, oh why wont you hold Me |
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Speed wont get me anywhere |
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Fine time to feel so undone |
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If i hand you every heartbeat, oh why wont you hold me |
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If all englands dreaming of you, ill try not to stop You. |