| The sound of one heart breaking, the sound of someone waking
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| To the cold hard truth before the sun goes down
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| If I could ever catch you a little bit of that
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| I’d wrap it up and bury it in the deep dark ground
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| On the ledge with one last chance to beg
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| To the deepest root of the oldest tree
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| If we could only bottle a little bit of rain
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| Wrung out from the history in its ancient leaves
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| All we need is a candlelit bedroom
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| All you ever wanted was a state of grace
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| Every waking moment you believe that
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| Love will always lead you to a better place
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| The never ending stories of the victor and the spoils
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| The treasure and the lesson to be learned
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| If I could ever wrap up a little piece of this
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| I’d strike a match and watch the contents burn
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| All we need is a candlelit bedroom
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| All you ever wanted was a state of grace
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| Every waking moment you believe that
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| Love will always lead you to a better place
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| All we need is a candlelit bedroom
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| All you ever wanted was a state of grace
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| Every waking moment you believe that
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| Love will always lead you to a better place
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| Love will always lead to a candlelit bedroom
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| Only if you want it bad enough
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| Every waking moment you believe that
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| You must have a little faith in the light of love
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| Every waking moment you believe that
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| You must have a little faith in the light of love |