I see we're similar
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But I've never thought much about it
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'Cause I've got young Mystery
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And I couldn't live without her
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We're kind of sleeping when you laugh
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Say I'm cheapening your love
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But it's with young Mystery
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That I plan on setting free now
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She'd buzz a bell and run
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We'd skip and laugh
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I hold her hand
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She comes in a halo
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What she meant to me I couldn't see
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I-I see we're similar
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But I can't take it all from you
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Unless you want me to
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I'll take you away from this old horrible town
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And just maybe one day we'll want to come back
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And walk these streets
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Play buzz-a-bell and run
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We'd skip and laugh
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I'll hold her hand
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She comes in a halo
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What she meant to me I couldn't see
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Newer in a month of Sundays
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Month Of Sundays
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Metronomy |