I can feel them come back around
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The slow migration of our hearts
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Back to our empty chests
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When we know there's nothing left to win back
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Our love picks up slowly in the night
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It slides across dirty bedroom smiles
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Lift up your head so the sun can catch your eyes
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No, I wouldn't leave you for a sadder song
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No, I wouldn't leave you for a shoulder to lean on
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No, I wouldn't leave you for a circle to live long
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In Two Glasses Of Wine
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| Tilly And The Wall |
