| The quiet night room
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| Filled with unfinished stories
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| And wait for smoke that lines the air
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| A body burning out of moderate rage
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| And you can find me there
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| And I’ll offer you nothing
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| Nothing worth saving
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| And I’ll ask for nothing in return
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| Just for you to stay with me tomorrow
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| If this world still turns
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| Now if I could stop my dreaming
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| And curse the upward skies
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| Of all their april gales and shepherd gulls
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| Riding side by side
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| There would be a world to breathe
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| Between you and I
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| And it wouldn’t break my heart
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| If you called to say goodbye
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| If you’re really leaving
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| Leave nothing in my care
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| Everything I own is broken
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| And far beyond repair
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| I’ve offered you nothing
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| Asked nothing in return
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| Just to stay with me tomorrow
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| Watch this whole world burn
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| Oh but now you’re really going
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| The night it cuts like nails
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| Pulling hard and fast and full
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| Or boring holes into my sails
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| So lead the way tomorrow
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| To a world that’s free from care
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| And may a small amount of truth and lie
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| Somehow find you there
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| If you’re really leaving
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| Leave nothing in my care
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| Everything I own is broken
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| And far beyond repair
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| i’ve offered you nothing
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| That’s nothing in return
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| Just to stay with me tomorrow
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| If this world still turns |