| I still spell your name in the city lights
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| I still hear your joy in my dreams
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| It’s only when I wake from the place I escape
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| That I start to sew back the seams
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| And it terrifies me you have to leave
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| Before I even told you what you mean
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| But I still taste the highs from my brighter days
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| I still feel the rush through my bones
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| It’s only when I rise in the morning light
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| That the feeling has to go
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| And though I’m not broken, I will never be the same
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| Since you were taken higher up
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| And although I’m healing, I will always hold a piece of you behind my eyes
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| 65 roses on my mind
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| I still reenact how we used to be
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| I still laugh to hide, like a child
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| It’s only when I’m still in the dead of the dark
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| That I forget to smile
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| And though I’m not broken, I will never be the same
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| Since you were taken higher up
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| And although I’m healing, I will always hold a piece of you behind my eyes
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| 65 roses on my mind, oh no |