| Blood fills the cloudy ledge and blesses my heart
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| It’s a bad photo but it helps me remember our faces
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| We join the outline against the sky, another one for the book
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| But either side of the photo it’s really dyin'
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| Blood keeps us murmurin', light drains the view
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| Crawls up the sand and into the shells that will
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| Go on sighing without me and you
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| But maybe one of these days, somebody’s child
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| Is gonna outlast all these views
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| It’s all right
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| So right
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| It’s so nice
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| The ends soon die
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| So bright
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| Pain is soaked up in growth and girl I’m a real sponge, you know
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| She said, «Keep ya voice down I’m lyin' right next to you!»
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| Sometimes my busy heart’s away for days and I don’t feel a thing
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| And I don’t mean to be so quietly cold
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| While I’m no optimist, I’ve got the hope
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| Time and love entwine and sound like the song
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| In the wedding scene of Fandango
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| It gets me every time he says
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| «The best man’s gotta dance too, you know»
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| It’s all right
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| So right
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| It’s so nice
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| The ends soon die
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| So bright
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| It’s so right
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| So right
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| It’s so nice
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| The ends all die
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| So bright
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| It’s all right
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| So right
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| It’s so nice
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| The ends soon die
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| So bright
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| It’s so right
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| So right
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| It’s so nice
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| The ends all die
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| So bright |