Feet don't fail me now, take me to the finish line. Oh, my heart it breaks every step that I take, but I'm hoping at the gates they'll tell me that you're mine. Walking through the city streets; is it by mistake or design? I feel so alone every Friday night. Can you make me feel like home, if I tell you you're mine?


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