| Some mornings I pray for evening,
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| For the day to be done.
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| Some summer days I hide away
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| And wait for rain to come.
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| It turns out hell will not be found
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| Within the fires below,
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| But in making do and muddling through
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| When you’ve nowhere else to go.
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| But then I remember you,
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| And the way you shine like truth in all you do.
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| And if you remembered me,
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| You could save me from the way I tend to be.
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| The way I tend to be
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| Some days I wake up dazed my dear,
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| And I don’t know where I am.
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| I’ve been running now so long I’m scared
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| I’ve forgotten how to stand.
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| And I stand alone in airport bars
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| And gather thoughts to think:
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| That if all I had was one long road
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| It could drive a man to drink.
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| But then I remember you,
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| And the way you shine like truth in all you do.
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| And if you remembered me,
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| You could save me from the way I tend to be.
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| 'Cause I’ve said I love you so many times that the words kinda die in my mouth.
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| And I meant it each time with each beautiful woman but somehow it never works
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| out.
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| But you stood apart in my calloused heart, and you taught me and here’s what I
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| learned:
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| That love is about all the changes you make and not just three small words.
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| And then I catch myself
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| Catching your scent on someone else
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| In a crowded space
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| And it takes me somewhere I cannot quite place.
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| And then I remember you,
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| And the way you shine like truth in all you do.
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| And if you remembered me,
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| You could save me from the way I tend to be, the way I tend to be.
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| Way I tend to be.
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| The way I tend to be. |