| All that I have left is the sound of my own breath
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| And then darkness falls so quiet
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| Here’s a feeling I’ve had many times before
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| Every time you leave it’s your arms that I bereave
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| Then the next time to leave’s yours
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| I watch the ghosts of your footsteps by our door
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| When I come back home
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| I sing stories to the shadows on our walls
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| Looming menacingly
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| You used to save me from my darkest mind
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| When you still had the time
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| All that I have left is the sound of my own breath
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| And then darkness falls so quiet
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| But the loneliness can have it’s own allure
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| I can keep the quiet and keep myself inside
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| Cuz my records are old friends
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| I have trusted in them many times before
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| When I sleep alone
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| I sing stories to the shadows on our walls
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| Looming menacingly
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| You used to save me from my darkest mind
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| When you still had the time
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| I wish that we weren’t away
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| I wish that we’d stay the same
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| But hoping means nothin'
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| As darkness turns into day
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| All that I have left is the sound of my own breath
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| And the darkness of the road
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| Moving faster with so many miles to go
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| Try to keep it up darling don’t forget our love
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| When darkness falls so quiet
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| My heart will be the only home you know
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| When you come back home
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| Sing some stories to the shadows on our walls
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| Looming menacingly
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| I used to save you from your darkest mind
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| When I still had the time
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| When you sleep alone
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| Sing some stories to the shadows on our walls
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| Looming menacingly
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| I used to save you from your darkest mind
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| When I still had the time |