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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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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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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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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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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My prison kiss, my dying wish,
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I know I had a message at the start.
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But it up and abandoned us, when we were sleeping in our beds.
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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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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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My prison kiss, my dying wish,
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I know I had a message at the start.
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But it up and abandoned us, when we were sleeping in our beds.
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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.
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I know it's gotta stop love, but I don't know how.
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New Ceremony
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| Dry The River |