| It comes tapping at your window
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| Like the midnight rain in June
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| Starts with innocence then grows up slow
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| Until the thunder shakes the room
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| My dear, I feel like I could fall hard
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| Though it’s been a year or two
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| I recognise those worry lines like scars
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| There’s something coming back to you
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| And how I wish this storm could drown and wash your ghosts away
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| If overnights best-darkened clouds just pour out and dissipate
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| But if your silhouette is riveted in silence
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| Like a wallflower in a dark lit room
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| And in that moment when you eye the exit signs above the door
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| And everyone just wants a little more
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| A little more, a little more
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| I’ll give it back to you if you want me to
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| I’ll give it back to you and I’ll just do without
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| I’ll give it back to you if you need me to
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| I’ll give it back to you and walk away to the sound of the heart that slows down
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| You’re like the lighting in the distance
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| The second everything gets cleared
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| And there suspended in the instant
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| Our wonder hangs above our fear
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| But when the light strikes every town around us feels the shock
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| But even so, I try to slow down time and dance in the breath we’ve got
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| 'Cus if your silhouette is riveted in silence
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| Like a wallflower in a dark lit room
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| And in that moment when you eye the exit signs above the door
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| And everyone just wants a little more
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| A little more, a little more
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| I’ll give it back to you if you want me to
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| I’ll give it back to you and I’ll just do without
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| I’ll give it back to you if you need me to
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| I’ll give it back to you and walk away to the sound of the heart that slows down
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| Oh father tell me and be honest
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| Is some life meant to break your dreams
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| To get our eyes used to the darkness
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| So come here light
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| We’ll finally see |