| I’ve been sitting here
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| In this room
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| Writing about you
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| Just like you asked me to
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| When things get bad again
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| Just take your hand
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| And remember when
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| The good days they shined, through you
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| Dream weaver
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| You’ve lost your mind
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| Heart breaker
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| You’ve broken your stride
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| Sometimes I see you In the middle of the night
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| Your eyes were broken stones ink riddled motel heart
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| Wooden frame rib bones
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| With knowledge the sun will die
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| Late nights
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| No sleep, thinking if I had knocked
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| Would you let me in
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| See you hanging by the rafters In the winter wind
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| Remember the days
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| When we Sprawled out on the floor
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| Our heads in our hands
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| Thought we were done for
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| And every night I spent alone
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| Was another night I’d write you home
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| You told me it’ll be over soon.
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| Lets just lye here
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| Under the moon
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| We don’t need no negative face
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| We can run at our own pace
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| And the day you’d hide I closed my eyes I only wanted you By my side
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| Let’s forget what we were told
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| So sick of growing old
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| With car crash hands, accidents bound to happen
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| A rented out home of a heart It’s left beaten and blackened
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| So wrap your words around my neck
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| Help close my eyes and just forget
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| So wrap these words around my neck
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| Help close my eyes and just forget
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| Motel heart Motel heart |