| Say it’s not so
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| Say your heart, it wrote me letters all the time
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| Say it sealed them up and with your breath, did sign
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| Them all away
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| Say that your notes
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| They were no forgery, you meant them, every line
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| Some in meter, some in verse, and some in rhyme
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| Tell me you meant every word
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| You could cut my knees and leave me at the door
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| I’d still pick all your memories off our dusty floor
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| If you’d stay
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| If you’d stay
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| Darling, just a little while
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| Darling, just a little while
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| Darling, just a little while
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| And tell me how you are
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| And I’ll write a song for every feeling I can’t name
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| Like we were dancing in a fucking blood ballet
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| It was a massacre
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| And how’d you get away?
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| 'Cause, oh, good heavens, we abided by the night
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| But there are darker things than the absence of light
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| And they still creak through our halls
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| I would build a city out of you and me
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| There would be crime, but still a local grocery
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| If you’d stay
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| If you’d stay
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| Darling, just a little while
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| Darling, just a little while
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| Darling, just a little while
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| Ooh, a little while
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| Ooh, a little while
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| Ooh, a little while
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| Darling, just a little while |