| I know that someday you’ll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain
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| I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming, softly breathing out your
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| name
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| I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling, scars will remain
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| I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain
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| And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain
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| I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing out your name
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| Your hands still catch the light the right way and
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| Our hearts still beat the same
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| And our hearts still beat the same |