| Let me stop you there
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| And put your mind to ease
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| Arrest your soul
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| With a warm embrace
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| Let me stop you there
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| 'Cause things aren’t as bad they seem
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| There’s comfort that remains
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| In scuffed marks and wine stains
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| Scattered across the walls, mmm
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| Even though tattered and old, mmm
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| But I wish you could see
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| (It just takes some time, it just takes time)
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| That they’re more than marks to me
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| (It just takes some time, it just takes time)
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| I wish you could see
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| (It just takes some time, it just takes time)
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| That they’re more than marks to me
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| (It just takes some time, it just takes time)
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| Like kindred spirits
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| Just fumbling through
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| And when the dark tides over
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| We’ll start anew
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| Ooh, shared little moments
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| Drenched in candlelight
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| And with the scent of the roses
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| The wax will expose our tired eyes
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| But I wish you could see
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| (It just takes some time, it just takes time)
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| That they’re more than marks to me
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| (It just takes some time, it just takes time)
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| I wish you could see
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| (It just takes some time, it just takes time)
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| That they’re more than marks to me
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| (It just takes some time, it just takes time)
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| It just takes a little time
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| Just have a little patience love
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| This little home
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| Put up a fight
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| As sober thoughts
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| Grew stronger in the night
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| On the bed we made
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| That scratched the floors
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| And chipped the walls
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| As we pushed it through the doors
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| That barely let us in
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| Beside our multitude of sins
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| That barely let us in
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| Beside our multitude…
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| Of sins |