| Light pours in through the window
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| Reflecting off the walls
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| It spells your name and it echoes through hollow halls
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| It was something in the wind
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| Made you feel less dangerous
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| From the depths there’s no risk to fall
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| I’ve been desperate to feel at all
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| And it’s safe to admit that we both
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| Only wanted to spend
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| The night just to feel less alone
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| Now what do I have left to show?
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| Another name to the thread
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| I never wanted your heart
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| In the moment we met
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| I wanted a body to warm my
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| A body to warm my bed
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| I’ll play my cards but end short handed every time
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| 'Cause there’s no way to fill the void I left behind
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| The glass is always empty 'cause that half of me has died
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| And I’m tossing pennies 'cause I lost my dozen dimes
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| It was your symphony that pulled me like the tides
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| And you could give me everything I wanted for the night
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| But nothing was the same, the setting sun began to rise
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| And the sounds were different then than they were in the moonlight lines
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| And it’s safe to admit that we both
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| Only wanted to spend
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| The night just to feel less alone
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| Now what do I have left to show?
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| Another name to the thread
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| I never wanted your heart
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| In the moment we met
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| I wanted a body to warm my
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| A body to warm my bed
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| A body to warm my bed
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| A body to warm my bed
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| A body to warm my bed
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| I needed your warmth in the night
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| Your composition against mine
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| (A body to warm my bed)
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| Pretending that love didn’t die
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| My emptiness felt so alive
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| (A body to warm my bed)
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| Eight hours of time
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| I needed your warmth in the night
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| Your composition against mine
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| (A body to warm my bed)
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| Pretending that love didn’t die
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| My emptiness felt so alive
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| (A body to warm my bed)
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| Eight hours of time |