| She brushes with tears
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| Paints on her clothes, paves new spheres
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| Opens the curtain
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| Toppling lost in the mud
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| Oh she’s happy again
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| Cause all she sees is your own level head
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| And all she breathes is the air that you shared
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| Lyin' free in the place of your bed
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| She paints a picture, a canvas of gliding aura
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| The lights are clashing
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| She saw that my heart is racing
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| Oh she’s happy again
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| Cause all she see is your own level head
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| And all she breathes is the air that you shared
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| Lyin' free in the place of your bed
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| Wait for me
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| Wait till the morning
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| We’ll be fine
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| Wait for me, wait for me
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| Wait till the morning
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| We’ll be fine
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| But is she happy again?
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| When all she sees is your own level head
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| And all she breathes is the air that you shared?
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| Lyin' free in the place of your bed
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| I’ll meet her later
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| When charring cross calls composure
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| Two twisted lovers
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| One will look back, one never
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| Oh she’s happy again
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| Cause all she breathes is the air that is free
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| And all she sees are that shapes that she feels
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| Lyin' free with no thought of you and me
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| Wait for me
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| Wait till the morning
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| We’ll be fine
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| Wait for me, wait for me
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| Wait till the morning
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| We’ll be fine |