| In a book, in a box, in the closet
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| In a line, in a song I once heard
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| In a moment on a front porch late one June
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| In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon
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| There it was at the tip of my fingers
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| There it was on the tip of my tongue
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| There you were and I had never been that far
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| There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms
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| And I let it all slip away
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| What do I do now that you’re gone
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| No back up plan, no second chance
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| And no one else to blame
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| All I can hear in the silence that remains
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| Are the words I couldn’t say
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| There’s a rain that will never stop fallin'
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| There a wall that I tried to take down
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| What I should have said just wouldn’t pass my lips
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| So I held back and now we’ve come to this
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| And it too late now
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| What do I do now that you’re gone
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| No back up plan, no second chance
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| And no one else to blame
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| All I can hear in the silence that remains
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| Are the words I couldn’t say
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| What do I do now that you’re gone
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| No back up plan, no second chance
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| And no one else to blame
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| All I can hear in the silence that remains
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| Are the words I couldn’t say |