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I sit, top of stairs |
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Wonder if you are there |
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And yes, we know |
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These things will grow |
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To share desires |
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To take whats ours |
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Its then I take a walk |
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To order creeping under my feet |
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I know this dark wont shift without a breeze |
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Sits on the graffitied bench where lovers meet |
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Sinead loves Connor |
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Jan loves Troy |
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Karen loves Allen |
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And Stevo loves himself |
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Each moment takes another thought away |
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Its then I saw the light at the closing of the day |
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And thats a strange light in the evening |
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And thats a strange light in the evening |
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And thats a strange light in the evening |
