I was running late for work
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So I didn't change my shirt
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The evening's drinks left a lingering taste in my mouth
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And when I left
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You were fast asleep
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Tangled in the sheets
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And on the bus I could have sworn it was all a dream
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And it didn't happen to me
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And then I felt the scrapes
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From the slippery subway grate.
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Oh how you laughed
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At my complete lack of grace.
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But I could not recall
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A more perfect fall
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Cause when I looked up into your eyes
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It didn't hurt at all.
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And I thought, be still my heart
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This could be a brand new start, with you.
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And it will be clear
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If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning.
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And I thought, be still my heart
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This could be a brand new start, with you.
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And it will be clear
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If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning.
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Be Still My Heart
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| The Postal Service |
