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Where's my sock? |
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Where's my other shoe? |
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I didn't know what time it was |
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When I came o. |
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The only light in here |
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Is fmy flickering TV |
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Watching back at me.. |
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Oh, my love is here to stay |
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Saints alive |
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And all the saints be praised, |
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I see them all around me now |
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They've been called and raised; |
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Their jaws gone slack. |
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Their yellow nails long and curling back |
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To scratch the phantom of ache |
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Of our lost days... |
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Oh, my love is here to stay |
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I came home this morning |
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I was dead on my feet, |
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drunk on the victory |
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Of my own defeat. |
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Now, I'm reeling on the ceiling |
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But what yard-bird law is this, |
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When a heart in chains is what remains |
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The prelude to a kiss? |
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God is in the details |
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Of the smoke in the air, |
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The devil, he's a pauper prince |
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Nesting in your hair. |
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The things we put together |
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The world will ear a part, |
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But I've beat them to the start |
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Alone the way.. |
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Oh, my love is here to stay. |