| She locked herself in that room
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| with a full view of a full moon
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| and this where she comes to fly
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| when she wanna disappear from what’s outside.
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| I try not to make it obvious
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| she doesn’t know there’s an audience.
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| These walls are ripped and thin
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| So it ain’t my fault that I’m listenin'.
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| And I can make out every word
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| Cause she sing loud like a trapped bird
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| she looks out at the stars
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| when she writes songs on that guitar.
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| And every song you write without me,
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| just another sad song to me.
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| And every song you write without me,
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| sound like who I’ll never be.
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| She picked up her instrument
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| and I don’t know where I went.
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| I just close my eyes and float
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| like I’m in there with her tryin' to hold all
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| the notes she hits, motionless,
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| a secret solo show she gives.
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| Sometimes she’ll search for a line
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| and I wish I could give her one of mine.
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| But it would all unravel
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| if she found out I was in the shadows.
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| So I suppress what I obsess,
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| but your biggest fan wanna sing a duet.
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| Because every song you write without me,
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| just another sad song to me.
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| And every song you write without me,
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| sound like who I’ll never be.
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| Familiar with the voice of the lonely,
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| lost in the noise of the wind blowing,
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| Go ahead, girl, tell your story,
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| but the siren don’t wail for holy.
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| Play your heart by strings,
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| with the parts you sing.
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| Can’t wait to hear what tomorrow brings.
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| And if you ever get to smile,
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| I’ll be right here tryin' to reconcile
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| my desire to admire your sadness.
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| You gonna rise from the fire and ashes.
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| And if it’s all the same to you,
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| you oughta let me be the one to change your tune
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| Cause every song you write without me,
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| just another sad song to me.
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| And every song you write without me,
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| sound like who I’ll never be. |