| In the breathless hush of four A. M
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| In the dark sits a sad cliché
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| Cloaked in the navy blue
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| Of slowly fading stars
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| Tell me how this came to be
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| Sleeplessness talk to me
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| She’d say over and over again
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| Fumbling through a cut-glass vase
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| Passing lipstick, cotton spools
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| Burning jealous pictures of marriages
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| Of friends
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| You never asked to be
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| The glutton of sympathy
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| She says over and and over
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| That this is the end
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| 'Cause I see it in your eyes
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| What you don’t know, time to let go
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| I see it in your eyes
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| There is so much more out there to be learned
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| Such mournful words
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| On this white snow vacant page
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| All the lessons that she learns
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| She packs away
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| Will you never cease to be
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| The glutton of sympathy
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| She writes over and over
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| Again
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| That’s when I see it in your eyes
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| What you don’t know, time to let go
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| I see it in your eyes
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| There is so much more out there to be learned
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| (Tossing, turning, roll away)
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| Indecision, won’t you ever make up your mind?
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| (Lifetime, nighttime, wake the day)
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| 'Cause tomorrow will see
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| If you’ve had your fill of sympathy
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| Will you never cease to be
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| The glutton of sympathy
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| Oh, don’t you know the stars are all fading
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| Let the sunshine capture the sparkle of your smile |