| You left your scent in the fabric
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| When you laid, next to me
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| When you were gone
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| I would linger, in the fragrance
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| In the sheets
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| The ticking of the clock
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| Everybody said, everybody said don’t stop
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| Beat against my heart
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| Burried my face into your breath
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| That you left here in my bed
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| You left so slow, it was like thunder
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| The road it rumbled, from far away
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| You think it’s over, then it comes back
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| You were never, gonna stay
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| The ticking of the clock
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| Everybody said, everybody said to stop but
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| I hang on to your heart
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| Like a slow unraveled friend
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| That the … all dress
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| Everything changes
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| That’s all I know
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| Nothing to hold on to
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| Thought I’d let you go
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| The ticking of the clock
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| Everybody said, everybody said should have stopped
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| A thought in my head dropped
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| Hanging on the threads
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| But I never would have guessed
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| When you left your scent in the fabric
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| Where you sat, this after-noon
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| Been so long, to not expect
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| The pulling capture of your perfume |