| The dead of summer
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| But it feels cold out
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| 'Cause something’s missing
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| Inside your bones now
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| Keep talking to her because you need it
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| A little quiet, somewhat defeated
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| There’s an emptiness about this
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| It’s your phantom
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| And it’s her absence
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| When you find yourself in the dark for too long
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| And you try to find the light
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| But the right road looks wrong
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| When you find yourself in the dark for too long
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| You fall in love with darkness itself
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| If you gotta walk through hell
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| It won’t be without my help
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| The waters getting too high
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| Lost in the swell
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| I can see it in your eyes
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| You’ve tried so many times
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| You’re lookin for a way out
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| But you’re still alive
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| If you gotta walk through hell
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| It won’t be without my help
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| I know you’re wishing
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| You’d feel her presence again
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| The way that you did on
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| The morning she left
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| You need a visit
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| You need the weight on your bed
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| But there’s no silhouette
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| So you’re crying instead
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| When you find yourself in the dark for too long
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| You fall in love with darkness itself
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| If you gotta walk through hell
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| It won’t be without my help
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| The waters getting too high
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| Lost in the swell
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| I can see it in your eyes
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| You’ve tried so many times
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| You’re lookin for a way out
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| But you’re still alive
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| If you gotta walk through hell
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| It won’t be without my help
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| It’s an absence that goes deeper than flesh
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| There’s no sadness worse than mourning a death
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| It’s an absence that goes deeper than flesh
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| There’s no sadness worse than mourning a death
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| If you gotta walk through hell
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| It won’t be without my help
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| The waters getting too high
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| Lost in the swell
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| I can see it in your eyes
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| You’ve tried so many times
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| You’re lookin for a way out
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| But you’re still alive
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| If you gotta walk through hell
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| It won’t be without my help |