| You were the light
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| Of this whole damn place
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| Unfinished lines
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| Of your work still remain
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| Don’t paint the past
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| With your brush of doom
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| There was always love
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| Shining through
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| Somebody, please, go wake my baby
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| Won’t you tell her that real love’s waiting at home
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| Won’t someone, please, go wake my baby
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| Tell her that the real love, tell her that the real love’s
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| At home, at home, at home
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| All my dreams
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| Shed like you
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| Now an empty canvas
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| Of our life bleeds blue
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| I’m your only subject
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| Who never left
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| So put your heart
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| Back in your chest
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| And breath…
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| Somebody, please, go wake my baby
|
| Won’t you tell her that the real love’s waiting at home
|
| Won’t someone, please, go wake my baby
|
| Tell her that the real love, tell her that the real love’s
|
| Tell her that the real love is waiting at home
|
| You were the light
|
| Of this whole damn place
|
| Unfinished lines
|
| Of your work still remain
|
| Don’t paint the past
|
| With your brush of doom
|
| There was always love
|
| Shining through
|
| Somebody, please, go wake my baby
|
| Won’t you tell her that the real love’s waiting at home
|
| Won’t someone, please, go wake my baby
|
| Tell her that the real love, tell her that the real love’s
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| Tell her that the real love is waiting at home |