| How worried are you when you don’t see the glow?
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| When it’s stuffed deep and awfully in a junk drawer below
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| It’s broken and locked and out of the way
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| How worried that it won’t come out ever?
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| Fill me up
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| Tow! |
| Pow! |
| Pow! |
| Guinevere
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| I can still still see the light of day
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| How frightened are you of the dark when the dark may not it may not ever may
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| not be crushing and stark
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| If the wind-ups wind down and the melody busted
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| How frightened that it won’t brighten ever?
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| Fill me up
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| Pour me another
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| I can still see the light of day
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| Fog comes on again
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| You’ve allowed me to love
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| Became my best friend
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| I’m enthralled and want to begin
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| Break open my throat and let new flowers in
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| It’s a ball to be where I’ve been
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| Devouring the evening the fire, wind, and blowing
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| For it all will never not end
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| It will never not end
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| How patient are you with a cold glowing ember?
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| That maybe has light but you just can’t remember
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| That maybe has warmth has in it’s core on its way
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| How patient with my heart today?
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| Fill me up
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| Tow! |
| Pow! |
| Pow! |
| Guinevere
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| I can still still see the light of day
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| (Repeats 3x) |