| She traps a Velvet moth between her harmless hands.
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| Then builds an Atrium to perch on her night stand.
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| She lays to watch her fly.
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| Attracted towards the light.
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| She’s all mine.
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| It’s now another day in search for anything.
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| She’ll take advantage of any human being.
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| She loves to watch me fly, attracted toward the light.
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| She’s not mine.
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| If she’d only leave the light on.
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| Breathes under my Velvet wings, if she only left the light on.
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| She brings all that she used to be, if she only left the light on.
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| I swear it’s hard to tell if I’m the only one.
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| I found a photograph next to the Atrium.
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| It’s faded black and white.
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| He’s holding her so tight.
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| She’s not mine.
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| If she only left the light on.
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| She breathes under my Velvet Wings.
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| If she only left the light on.
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| She brings all that she used to be.
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| If only she left the light on.
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| All the powder on your wings make me feel i’m everything.
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| And every single evening I love you with the way I sing.
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| I sing.
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| Apaga la Luz |