| In the dying light of an empty room
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| With the window open,
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| I have dreamed of you.
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| When the evening enters like a dark perfume,
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| I am shallow-breathing
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| As if emptiness could fill me up.
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| In the quiet heat holding back the rain,
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| I am outside waiting.
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| And I say your name
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| To the storm inside me that will still remain
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| When the sky is empty,
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| And the world goes on without you.
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| The moment leaves almost as it came.
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| The feeling stays.
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| In every way that you are beautiful,
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| And every way that I refuse to see.
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| I find a reason to forgive you now,
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| And leave you inside me.
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| In the holding on and the letting go,
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| Is the way you lose, and the way you grow.
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| When the feeling enters like a wounded ghost
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| Let the night be gentle
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| When I say how much I miss you.
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| The moment leaves almost as it came.
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| The feeling stays.
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| In every way that you are beautiful,
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| And every way that I refuse to see.
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| I find a reason to forgive you now,
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| And leave you inside me.
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| In every way that you are beautiful,
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| And every way that I refuse to see.
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| I find a reason to go with you now,
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| And leave you inside me. |