| it’s turning on the tv, when we were fourteen
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| you said «my mom’s asleep, we won’t get caught, do you wanna watch?»
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| and i could hear the traffic, that i know you’re ignoring
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| but i let it in to my life to thicken the air i breathe
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| it was at the bus stop that a woman cried
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| and i could tell she was different, by the look in her eyes
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| and i don’t know what she said, but i felt what she meant in her honesty
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| and i went to your house that night and i told u about
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| the womans eyes and the words in her mouth
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| and how i wouldn’t mind to give her advice some day
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| but i’m a cowardly lion.
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| i’ll leave quietly
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| if that means a better chance to commemorate what we had
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| when you were happy.
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| this isn’t a love song, no, not in the least
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| i just miss you watchin' my tv when i’m writing
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| so i can hear you laughing
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| swear to god i still hear you when i close my eyes
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| and you tell me «i'm not gonna die»
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| like you used to, before i did this
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| you’re the sunlight that i wished would leave
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| i’m the raincloud i don’t wanna be because the more you’re gone
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| the more i grow pale, i grow pale
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| you’re the sunlight that i wished would leave
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| i’m the raincloud i don’t wanna be because the more you’re gone
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| the more i grow pale, i grow pale |