John? Do you wanna be my flatmate? You’re living all alone Your limp is psychosomatic And I’m afraid Your therapist was right You used to be a soldier And now you’re not Afghanistan or Iraq? Do you wanna be my flatmate? We don’t have to be anything more
I don’t know, Sherlock…
Okay, fine…
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Do you wanna be my flatmate? Or my next experiment I think some casework is overdue I’ve resorted to Putting bullets in the walls (The game is on!) It’s finally exciting All these clever games Playing with Moriarty
(Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock)
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Sherlock: I … I … I can’t come down, so we’ll … we’ll just have to do it like this. John: What’s going on? Sherlock: An apology. It’s all true. John: Wh-what? Sherlock: Everything they said about me. I’m a fake. John: Why are you saying this? Sherlock: Before we met I discovered everything that I could to impress you. It’s a trick. Just a magic trick. John: No. All right, stop it now. Sherlock: Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, will you do this for me? John: Do what? Sherlock: This phone call – it’s, er … it’s my note. It’s what people do, don’t they – leave a note? John: Leave a note when? Sherlock: Goodbye, John. John: No. Don’t.
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John? Please, I know you’re angry You’ve been wondering where I’ve been So I could save you, I died for you You said one more miracle, And I heard you We only need each other It’s just you and me Fighting and solving crimes Do you wanna be my flatmate?