| Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
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| Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
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| And maybe I’m too young
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| To keep good love from going wrong
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| But tonight you’re on my mind so (you'll never know)
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| I’m broken down and hungry for your love
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| With no way to feed it
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| Where are you tonight? |
| Child, you know how much I need it
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| Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
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| Sometimes a man gets carried away
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| When he feels like he should be having his fun
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| And much too blind to see the damage he’s done
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| Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
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| He has no one…
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| So I’ll wait for you… And I’ll burn
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| Will I ever see your sweet return, oh, or will I ever learn
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| Lover, you should’ve come over
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| Cause it’s not too late
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| Lonely is the room the bed is made
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| The open window lets the rain in
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| Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
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| My body turns and yearns for a sleep that wont ever come
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| It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
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| It’s never over, all my riches for her smiles
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| When I slept so soft against her…
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| It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
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| It’s never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
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| Maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
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| Oh… Lover, you should’ve come over… 'Cause it’s not too late… |