| not another sunrise
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| another dry stale taste in your mouth
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| you walked away from waking up inside the house
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| depending on the calm
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| you’ve been waiting for
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| thoughts spark a song
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| you loved so long ago
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| you can hear it now
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| they’ll only miss you when you leave
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| so you try and stay awake
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| you just might be the love in their eyes
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| when they’ve subtracted all the times you sat there
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| trying not to say goodbye, goodbye
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| telephones and postcards with misshaped hearts beside the names
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| i’ve read this letter for the hundredth time today
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| i’ve rearranged, analyzed the words
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| tried to find something between the lines that wasn’t there
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| at least now i can see through these worn out lines and torn up pages,
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| don’t know how i’ll fall asleep tonight
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| outside the window, awful weather
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| the storm will slowly close in on me
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| when it’s time to leave
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| when it’s time to leave
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| when it’s time to leave
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| worn out lines and torn up pages
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| don’t know how i’ll fall asleep tonight
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| outside the window, awful weather
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| the storm will slowly close in on me
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| when it’s time to leave
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| when it’s time to leave |