The Sundays - Gone

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Come take me by the hand
And lead me through the night
Songs spill into the air
And we’ll drink to ourselves here way up high
Town lights shining
This is the place for me now
Blurred — loving every word
This hill, yourself, and I
Days so long
When you’re young
Two underneath a tree
My hands are turning blue
Stars shiver in the night
I pass a cigarette back to you
Town lights shining
This is the place for me now
And I can’t stop smiling
High on a hill looking down
Days so long
When you’re young
Then they’re gone
Days so long
When you’re young
Then they’re gone
If you ask me now
My worst fear
Is it that I know
This time next year
You’ll be gone
And I’ll still be here?