in my dreams they come in to collect
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I got something that they want
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and I donĄŻt know what it is
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but you hid it in my luggage
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like a needle in a haystack
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so IĄŻm running like a criminal
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IĄŻm sneaking round each corner
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in a phone booth, through a window
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and the air is cold around me
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and IĄŻm runninĄŻ
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for my life
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borrow beg or steal
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everything is real
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one day you might feel
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all right again
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so I kissed you on the lips
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you were sleeping
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like a racehorse in the evening
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all that power of motivation
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and the endless broken omens
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and I donĄŻt know if I love you
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but I really wanna own you
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and IĄŻve kept you like a secret
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from the moment that I found you
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we can make a deal
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everything is real
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one day I might feel
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all right again
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and I can write my way out of this pain
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thatĄŻs a promise that you made me
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in a letter that you sent me
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from Chicago on a freezing day in winter
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now I feel a little lighter
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but it really doesnĄŻt matter
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cause this love is not obedient
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and itĄŻs got its own agenda
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and it wants to take me over
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and it wants to pull you under
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and it would like nothing better
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than to tear us both to pieces
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and it wonĄŻt do
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what itĄŻs told
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show me how you feel
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everything is real
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one day itĄŻll be
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all right again
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one day itĄŻll be
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all right again
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The Debt Collectors
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| Ben Lee |
