| It’s how I’ve often felt when I find myself
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| On nights like these, like Christmas Eve
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| From an empty office window to the street outside
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| It’s everything not to call and find out why
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| It’s just a little thing buried in the other things
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| Burning away from inside, would you stay with me tonight?
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| And there’s a quiet dream I’m not supposed to think
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| Eating away at my mind, could you be with me tonight?
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| On the cab ride you said nothing, just hair all in your face
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| But I was scared to name it and nothing changed
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| So I walked 'til I just couldn’t, too late I understood
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| It was always half-invented, but the other half was good
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| It’s just a little thing buried in the other things
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| Burning away from inside, would you stay with me tonight?
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| And there’s a quiet dream I’m not supposed to think
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| Eating away at my mind, could you be with me tonight?
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| I know it’s just a little thing buried in the other things
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| Burning away from inside, would you stay with me tonight?
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| And there’s a quiet dream I’m not supposed to think
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| Eating away at my mind, could you be with me tonight?
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| It’s just a little thing buried in the other things
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| Burning away from inside, would you stay with me tonight?
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| And there’s a quiet dream I’m not supposed to think
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| Eating away at my mind, could you be with me tonight? |