| I painted your room at midnight
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| So I’d know yesterday was over
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| I put all your books on the top shelf
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| Even the one with the four-leaf clover
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| Man, I’m getting older
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| I took all your pictures off the wall
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| And wrapped them in a newspaper blanket
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| I haven’t slept in what seems like a century
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| And now I can barely breathe
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| Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
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| Dandelions lost in the summer sky
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| When you and I were getting high as outer space
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| I never thought you’d slip away
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| I guess I was just a little too late
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| Your words still serenade me
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| Your lullabies won’t let me sleep
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| I’ve never heard such a haunting melody
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| Oh, it’s killing me
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| You know I can barely breathe
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| Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
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| Dandelions lost in the summer sky
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| When you and I were getting high as outer space
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| I never thought you’d slip away
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| I guess I was just a little too late, ah
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| Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
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| Dandelions lost in the summer sky
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| When you and I were getting high as outer space
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| I never thought you’d slip away
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| Like a crow chasing the butterfly
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| Dandelions lost in the summer sky
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| When you and I were getting high as outer space
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| I never thought you’d slip away
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| I guess I was just a little too late, ah-ah-ah
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| Just a little too late |