upstairs Europe stars
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I would stare but nothing there is like you are
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asleep in those cold arms
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outside a lonely night
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sizes up the sight and
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I slide the covers over my eyes
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you know I can't sleep otherwise
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our trouble grows and grows
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speeds and slows
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rides and rolls in the slow
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eyes low in our oslo
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but high enough to see your
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awakened bright eyes shining blue into
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another dream
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that's so you
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and so I try to sing something meaningful
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but I'm hitting all the wrong notes
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All The Wrong Notes
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| The City On Film |
