| Day walks out and there’s no sound
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| There’s a candle burning by me now
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| Light enough for to see the things beyond me Door is wide as a rise on me So the night comes in and starts to breath
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| The only name that I really know
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| Tell me did he think of me At a drop of rain, or when you see
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| When it rakes as it moves across the water
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| Judgement comes when I’m all alone
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| Like a spyglass on the furthest coast
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| Favored now that it’s left behind
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| When you talk to me you could swallow me Nighttime brings me a place I fear
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| Where I hear your words and feel you near
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| Fingers only to find a frozen memory
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| Sometimes clothes chosen long ago
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| A direction down a gravel road
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| Makes you wish you could take him back
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Days walk on and when there’s no sound
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| I go straight to you and find you down
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| Kneeling next to the water where I left you
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| Knee-deep now in the creek I made
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| From the landscape lost I want to save
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| Save it now or be punished more
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| When you talk to me you could swallow me Nighttime brings me a place I fear
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| Where I hear your words and feel you near
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| Fingers never to find a warmer memory
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| Sometimes friends we knew long ago
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| Or affections we set free to go Find you right where you ran to hide
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh |