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outside the rain is coming down inside it's warm and dry you'll never find a cab uptown so why not stay the night? why don't you call in sick tomorrow? let's sleep the day away I've got pyjamas you can borrow let's take a holiday you can't leave the village in the morning when the radio writes poetry for avenue pi you get tangled in the wheels of old queen river and you can't find the breath to whisper goodbye why don't you stay until the weekend? it should clear up by then as your resolve begins to weaken we'll become such good friends and you could stay until the summer and we can sleep through spring and I can telephone my drummer and have her get your things why don't you stay until we're old and fall in love with life? why don't you stay until we're ghosts? we'll only seem to die... From Letras Mania