| Love is in the eyes of the beholder, I
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| Used to keep a lighthouse lit for you
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| Hoping there’s a chance you would stay sober and
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| Find your way back home without the booze
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| In this deep hole of shame
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| I’ve got secrets buried
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| In this deep hole of shame
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| There is no one to call
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| Love is in the eyes of the beholder, I’ve
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| Kept the clouds at distance from the blue
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| Hoping there’s a chance we’d change it over
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| (We were fighting but its over now)
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| (Picking pieces off the ground)
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| Picking up the pieces and make do
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| (Once so reckless but I’m older now)
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| (Picking pieces off the ground)
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| Love is in the eyes of the beholder, I
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| (We were fighting but its over now)
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| (Picking pieces off the ground)
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| Used to keep a lighthouse lit for you
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| (Once so reckless but I’m older now)
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| (Picking pieces off the ground)
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| Hoping there’s a chance you would stay sober but
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| (We were fighting but its over now)
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| (Picking pieces off the ground)
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| It’s not up to me to guide you through
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| (Once so reckless but I’m older now)
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| (Picking pieces off the ground)
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| Picking pieces
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| Picking pieces
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| Picking pieces
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| Picking pieces off the ground
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| Picking pieces
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| Picking pieces
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| Picking pieces
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| Picking pieces off the ground |