| The night was bending in a grin
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| As streetlight shadows tattooed skin
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| Whatever we were tangled in
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| All of it was music
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| The bed sheets were our whitest flag
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| The war became a game of tag
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| We surrendered all we had
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| And all we had was music
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| The humming of the window unit
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| The street noise often sang right through it
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| A drunken song somehow we knew that
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| Even it was music
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| The newness of uncovered skin
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| Your messy hair your goofy grin
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| Your shattered places deep within
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| All of it was music
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| To those I’ve wronged, please forgive me
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| I hope this song helps you, believe me
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| The holding on the letting go
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| It all gets buried soft and low
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| But even then a song might grow
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| All of it was music
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| We left the city far behind
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| We traveled light, we traveled blind
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| With no idea what we’d find
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| Or whether we could use it
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| The rolling fields were lined by trees
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| Wild flowers brought us to our knees
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| The poison ivy thick as thieves—
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| We swung an ax to bruise it
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| A place where we could rest awhile
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| Where hummingbirds could thrum for miles
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| And we could leave the edges wild
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| And let birds sing through us
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| Fires where all our sparks could scatter
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| Midnight stars could drop their ladders
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| I’m not sure any of it matters
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| But all of it was music
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| To those I’ve wronged, please forgive me
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| I hope this song helps you, believe me
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| The holding on the letting go
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| It all get buried soft and low
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| Don’t ask me how but I still know
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| All of it was music
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| To those I’ve wronged, please forgive me
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| I hope this song helps you, believe me
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| This world so full of joy and pain
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| Was more than one heart could contain
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| We let it spill and flood the plain
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| All of it was music |