| Thank you for the light
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| There’s summer in your hands
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| I put down my head and see the shadow of a cloud
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| And after all the seasons, I am ready to lie down
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| Look at what I found, there’s sound inside me, but I am not that loud
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| Cut apart my living body and put it in your arms
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| Then take me to the creek that runs behind my yard
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| And after all that running I’ll be ready to float down
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| Thank you for the light
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| There’s summer in your hands
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| When I lay down my head and the dark around me yells
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| I’ll celebrate the mornings like the light would never come
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| Alone, in a sea of what I truly know
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| Of red and yellow and gold
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| Of the blue that always takes me home
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| The light I lose that loves me even though
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| I bring the dark when I can’t feel that I am warm
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| And I look inside just to see that there’s nothing more
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| But there’s blue in the stars even though I’ll never go
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| Past the window, past the water, past the sunroof in a car
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| Past the eyes inside my skull that will surely show me love |