| I remember the night we had to pull over
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| Because the moon was so rich and orange
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| And full of love, we stood holding hands in silence
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| Being welcomely swallowed by the open night
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| The smell of cucumbers
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| The last twilight of Summer still warm on our cheeks
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| As I drive by tonight the road reminds me
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| The stars start whispering «Look up,»
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| It knocked the wind out of me
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| It was just the way it happened
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| Farmhouses dotted with Christmas lights
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| The air too cold to breathe
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| Now a sad Christmas song on the radio
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| My chest caving in on itself
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| I pulled over just to see what it would feel like
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| Standing there alone but the Moon disappeared
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| I’m not lying
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| Pulled from under my feet the Moon, it was you
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| You were there and then you were not
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| And this isn’t a dream
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| This is what dying feels like
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| What is means to knife and to be knifed by the one that you loved
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| And to keep driving home
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| Oh my love what have I done?
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| I’m not bad just because you left me
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| Not good just because you loved me
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| Not bad just because you left me here
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| It was the fire that killed me
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| You never called me back
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| When is home gonna feel like home again?
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| Not just a place with the windows and doors again
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| I’m not bad just because you left me
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| Not good just because you loved me
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| Not bad just because you left me here |