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I waited by your bedside, |
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And couldn't close my eyes all night. |
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I named you like a prayer. |
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It's anybody's guess how, |
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The angel of doubt came down, |
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And crept into your bed. |
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|
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But after we danced to the shipping forecast, |
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The words escaped your mouth: |
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"I know it's gotta stop love, but I don't know how." |
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|
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Now the stairs forget your shoes, |
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And the gate don't creak for want of you. |
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But the jury's out on me. |
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We're wise beyond our years, |
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But we're good at bad ideas, my love. |
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Or so it seems to be. |
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|
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Shine a little light, |
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Don't wrestle with the night, |
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Don't think about the future now. |
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I know it's gotta stop love but I don't know how. |
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|
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My little one, my kettle drum, |
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I know I had a message at the start. |
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My babel tongue, my come-undone, |
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I know I had a message at the start. |
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|
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My prison kiss, my dying wish, |
| [02:08.56] |
I know I had a message at the start. |
| [02:13.20] |
But it up and abandoned us, |
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when we were sleeping in our beds. |
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|
| [02:35.08] |
Shine a little light, |
| [02:36.44] |
Don't wrestle with the night, |
| [02:38.36] |
Don't think about the future now. |
| [02:42.22] |
I know it's gotta stop love but I don't know how. |
| [02:49.11] |
|
| [02:51.23] |
My little one, my kettle drum, |
| [02:55.28] |
I know I had a message at the start. |
| [02:58.77] |
My babel tongue, my come-undone, |
| [03:02.97] |
I know I had a message at the start. |
| [03:06.40] |
My prison kiss, my dying wish, |
| [03:10.50] |
I know I had a message at the start. |
| [03:15.10] |
But it up and abandoned us, |
| [03:17.90] |
when we were sleeping in our beds. |
| [03:20.73] |
|
| [03:40.28] |
It's anybody's guess how the angel of doubt laid down |
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Sand beneath our house. |
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I know it's gotta stop love, but I don't know how. |
| [03:59.00] |
I know it's gotta stop love, but I don't know how. |
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