| How can I find my home
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| In the darkness of your mind
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| You talk of her too much to let it go easy
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| Will you ever let go long enough to want me?
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| Oh, because I saw, black as a night
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| Ocean’s abyss of her in your eyes
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| I saw it when you looked through me that night
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| I heard it in the whispers between your teeth
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| Heard it in the way you tried to say that you loved me
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| Heard it in your leaving, you were packing up your things
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| I should have known you didn’t want me
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| You never had room to want me
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| A flickering of innocent light
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| But a fire never burns all the way through a windy night
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| I can’t help but notice that you look so nice
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| Oh, and november’s chilling my spine with his call
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| Oh, because I saw, black as a night
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| Ocean’s abyss of her in your eyes
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| I saw it when you looked through me that night
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| I heard it in the whispers between your teeth
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| Heard it in the way you tried to say that you loved me
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| Heard it in your leaving, you were packing up your things
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| I should have known you didn’t want me
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| You never had room to want me |