I like the way it feels,
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To burn my soul into my heels,
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And I don't want to go home.
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I don't mind the scars I have,
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They no longer make me sad,
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And I don't want to go home.
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And I can't quite remember the last time,
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When you kissed me.
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And I've seen the open road,
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The Nightingale sings to a rose,
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"Ooh."
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And I've killed a cold black night
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Its lifting wings and breaking light,
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And I don't want to go home.
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But I can't quite remember the last time,
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When you kissed me.
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No no
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No no
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And I can't quite remember,
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Your face,
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And I can't quite remember,
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The feel of your hands,
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And I - when you kissed me.
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Nightingale
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| Rocco DeLuca & The Burden |
