| I can see the way you’re sitting quietly
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| You look a little lonely
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| With your heart out of your chest
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| I’m screaming help me forget all about today
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| My brain is filled with mercury
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| But it doesn’t even
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| Nothing but illusions
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| I can be so cynical
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| But something about you makes me feel that home
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| Help me forget 'bout today
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| I was hoping I could sit with you
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| She’s lighting up the way of heart in front of me
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| With different shapes of burgundy
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| Her lips are softly closing in to mine
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| Is this how it feels to die
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| Then take me back from where I came
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| Cause it doesn’t matter now and
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| Nothing but illusions
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| I can be so cynical
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| But something about you makes me feel confused
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| My head’s way up in the blue
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| Help me forget 'bout what’s been
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| So lucky I let you in
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| And hear the noises fade
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| And angels begin this holy serenade
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| Just as we leave the ground
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| There’s no home but you and I
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| We’re nothing but illusions
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| I can be so cynical
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| But something about you makes me feel that home
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| Help me forget 'bout today
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| I was hoping I could sit with you |