Don’t Gather ’Round the Dinner Table

Don’t gather ‘round the dinner table, darling
There’s nothing that will satisfy you there
Come meet me beneath the angel in the parkland
While I attempt to rearrange the muscles in your hair

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Find the only stars inside your head
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And that don't make it right but it's a start

Don’t run away from me this time, my darling
I’ve more to offer you than mere regret
Tear down the stonewashed castles with rebellion
And populate the cities made of starlight in the air

Don’t run away from me this time, my darling
I’ve more to offer you than mere regret
I'll [?]