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Arabella

Since the beginning
You were
The good in the bad
And the danger in safe
Hiding somewhere at night,
I take the midnight train.
Half drunk, half you
Of the cheap wine
And echoes of your guitar.
Streetlights dazzle
I hold on to feelings
And I know
I am half way there...
No you don't have to tell me
I know what colour your eyes ara.
Do I wanna know?
If I'm doing wrong...
Maybe not.
I'll be your Arabella.
Far from the madding crowd.

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