| A crack in the smile
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| But she’s always in style while she waits
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| Waving goodbye but she’s too tired to cry and she’s wasted
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| A letter he wrote
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| But it’s far too expose so he throws it away
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| The sound of regret as it’s counting the steps back to safe
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| I don’t want to leave you with perfume and promises
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| But we’ll never know 'till we capture and bottle it
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| 'Cause wouldn’t it be such a shame
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| If all was wasted
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| Not an inch of the room
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| That isn’t in bloom or in light
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| So we drink 'till its dawn
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| Every drip 'till it’s gone and we’re wasted
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| It’s a thing of the truth
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| But we’ll lie and we’ll look for the perfect escape
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| And the moment will go like melted snow in the rain
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| I don’t want to leave you with perfume and promises
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| But we’ll never know 'till we capture and bottle it Cause wouldn’t it be such a shame
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| If all was wasted
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| Stay for another morning
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| Study the curves on my face
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| Stay even when we’re unknowing
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| Stay 'till they tear you away
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| I don’t want to leave you with perfume and promises
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| But we’ll never know 'till we capture and bottle it Cause wouldn’t it be such a shame
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| If all was wasted |