| Forget these modern fantasies and fairy tales on screen
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| And kisses on a london bus with girls of seventeen
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| And roses from the boy you love who don’t know what they mean
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| But I do
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| So wipe those tears away,
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| I ran through the crowds today,
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| To kiss you in the morning
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| Kiss you in the morning, yeah so
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| So wipe those tears away,
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| I ran through the crowds today,
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| To kiss you in the morning
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| Kiss you in the morning, young girl
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| Forget suburban superstars who seem so unimpressed
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| Forget the scars, the broken hearts, the laughs, the blood stained dress
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| And make a wish on shooting stars to forever hold your breath
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| Without it
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| So wipe those tears away,
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| I ran through the crowds today,
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| To kiss you in the morning
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| Kiss you in the morning, yeah so
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| So wipe those tears away,
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| I ran through the crowds today,
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| To kiss you in the morning
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| Kiss you in the morning,
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| and I’m
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| Away with the stars
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| Away with my fallen friends
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| I’d only let you down
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| With flowers and smiles
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| To drown in my toxic head
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| So wipe those tears away,
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| I ran through the crowds today,
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| To kiss you in the morning
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| Kiss you in the morning, yeah so
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| So wipe those tears away,
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| I ran through the crowds today,
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| To kiss you in the morning
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| Kiss you in the morning, young girl |