Oh that dirty house, with the windows knocked out, and that crooked roof with the stars shining through. Oh, please be there, Oh, please be there.
When the coffee stains, and cigarette conversation stays, all the same, with talks of whos to blame. And the phone I use, the lines must be broken into, cause I cant reach you, no matter what I do.
Oh, Please Be There,
Oh, Please Be There...
So in that dirty house, where we screamed and shout, where we laughed all night, where we loved and fight, I will lay myself down, without a sound, and wait for you, till the sun, is, new.
And I'll be there, yes I'll be there.
Oh, Please be there, Oh, Please be there,
Oh, please be there, Oh, Please be here.
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