| Like the setting sun, and more than anyone
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| You look warmer when you’re sinkin' down
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| Find your favorite tree, and come sit next to me
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| I’ve a sheet that’s softer than the ground
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| This time spent with you feels like charcoal sketches for a painting
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| That you won’t let me see
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| But I’ve come to find that comfort comes like quarters in a pocket
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| I thought were lost to me
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| All your favorite clothes, and all the pain we know
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| Came from those you favor for a time
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| Take it off your chest, and throw your loneliness
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| In a surly river, cold and wild
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| This time spent with you feels like charcoal sketches for a painting
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| That you won’t let me see
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| But I’ve come to find that comfort comes like quarters in a pocket
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| I thought were lost to me
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| Lie about your sign, and hang your worry line
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| On a missin' poster for a dog
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| Find a promise ring, and blind affinity
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| For a match the gypsy said was wrong
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| This time spent with you feels like charcoal sketches for a painting
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| That you won’t let me see
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| But I’ve come to find that comfort comes like quarters in a pocket
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| Discovered accidentally |