| Touch, lying on the floor, wishing this could last
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| Knowing that it can’t, and soon you will leave
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| And I’ll be on the floor, watching the TV
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| Trying hard to find a reason to move
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| I’m frozen in one place, staring at the screen
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| Listening to the rain falling on the street
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| Some days go on too long
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| So no, no one can hang out tonight
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| Here, where the carpet is cool and soft
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| Underneath the clock, I feel my weary heart is put to rest
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| You gather around your friends, the connection that you feel
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| When the night has not yet died, you are new
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| With a promise of a love, and you’ll probably never find
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| And touch that you can really feel
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| The brokenness inside,
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| And nothing is real
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| And there is nothing more I want than just one night
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| That’s free of doubt and sadness
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| One night, that I can really feel |