| Help me
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| Spread my table
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| I’ve been tryin' but I’m just not able
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| There’s so much left inside
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| So very much I’ve been tryin' to hide
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| Life gets pretty heavy and I wish it was light
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| But after all I love the night
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| And there’s that word again
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| I still hear it every now and again
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| I breathe you
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| 'Cause you help me forget
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| Everything I don’t know about love yet
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| I need you 'cause you help me forget
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| You help me forget
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| I drink you 'cause you help me to see
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| It’s mostly myself that’s killin' me
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| I think I have to, to help me forget
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| Everything I don’t know about love yet
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| Someone said these were the best days (best days)
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| Best days of our life
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| I suppose there could be worse ways (worse ways)
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| Worse ways to learn to cry
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| And if these should be the last days (last days)
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| The last days for you and I
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| I suppose this is the best way (best way)
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| Best way to say goodbye
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| I breathe you
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| 'Cause you help me forget
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| Everything I don’t know about love yet
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| I need you 'cause you help me forget
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| Yeah, you help me forget
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| I drink you 'cause you help me to see
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| It’s mostly myself that’s killin' me
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| I think I have to, to help me forget
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| Everything I don’t know about love yet
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| It snows in here
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| It snows forever
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| But there’s no Christmas underneath this weather
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| When it blows here and gets real cold
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| I wanna trip myself and fall upon your fabulous sword
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| And move here by the stained-glass window
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| Forget about the inside ghetto
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| Down here on the hardwood floor
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| The lines on the ceiling start to swim once more
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| Like a cheap Renoir
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| A fake Van Gogh
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| A pop Monet
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| A blue Degas
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| I breathe you
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| I need you |