| Shadows under my eyes darken with the passing of light
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| Warm turns to cold turns to black
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| Black remains until warm fights back
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| On the warmest days
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| On the coldest nights
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| I found my home in your eyes
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| Sleep
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| Would come sporadically
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| Waking me erratically
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| Inward reflection
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| Offers the ugliest sight
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| I’ve watched the lines on my face grow like shadows at day’s end
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| And I’ve lost control, I wander alone
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| Until in your eyes, I found my home
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| On the warmest days
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| On the coldest nights
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| I found my home in your eyes
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| And if our happiest moments are truly seldom to linger
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| Then I know I’ve watched them fade away with you
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| On the warmest days
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| On the coldest nights
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| I found my home in your eyes |