| Midnight falls over me,
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| coming down like water…
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| Midnight falls over me,
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| coming down like water…
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| Throwing these ashes out to the sea,
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| and it’s taken so long.
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| Breaking these bones,
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| breaking these bones, wont grow old.
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| It only hurts when you’re gone.
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| If you look for me I’m never at home.
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| If I ever call, you’re never alone.
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| And if there’s nothing left for me to do,
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| I’ll write a song for you to come home to…
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| Don’t dig my grave till I’m gone.
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| They may be words you’ve heard me say before,
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| but this time I hope they mean more, in a song.
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| Midnight falls over me,
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| I see the moon in your eyes.
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| Just be here, just breathe.
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| Just stay to see the sunrise.
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| You may turn me away but I understand.
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| Though we never touch, I’m holding your hand.
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| And if there’s nothing left for me to do,
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| I’ll write a song for you to come home to…
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| Don’t dig my grave till I’m gone.
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| They may be words you’ve heard me say before,
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| but this time I hope they mean more, in a song.
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| So what good are the tears for,
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| will they bring you back to my door?
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| What good are the tears for,
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| when you’re half a world away?
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| This isn’t what I left for,
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| I can’t feel my heart beating me.
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| So what good are the tears for,
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| when you’re lonely?
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| And if there’s nothing left for me to do,
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| You’re like a song for me to come home to…
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| Don’t dig my grave till I’m gone.
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| But there are many men who’ve come before,
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| I wanna let you know you’ve meant more, in a song.
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| And if there’s nothing left for me to do,
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| I’ll write a song for you to come home to,
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| Don’t dig my grave till I’m gone.
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| They may be words you’ve heard me say before,
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| but this time I hope they mean more, in a song.
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| Midnight falls over me,
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| coming down like water… |