| Close all the doors, turn it to night
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| And let those thin ribbons of light
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| Work their way through all your dreams
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| I’ll try and remember what I’ve seen
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| And wait up all night
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| Run my fingers through the age lines in the wood
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| I can rely on them to tell
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| The truth when you’re not yourself
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| 'Cause lately you’ve been stolen
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| Where’s my friend, I miss her
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| No one told me you’d be disappearing
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| Now we’re all here, yeah we’re all here
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| Looking for the pieces
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| The pieces, the pieces
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| So many years, too many ties
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| To cut with just one old blunt knife
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| You’re standing in the weird light
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| And you can step out anytime, but
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| Lately you’ve been stolen
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| Where’s my friend, I miss her
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| No one told me you’d be disappearing
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| Now we’re all here, yeah we’re all here
|
| Looking for the pieces
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| The pieces, the pieces
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| Lately you’ve been stolen
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| Where’s my friend, I miss her
|
| No one told me you’d be disappearing
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| Now we’re all here, yeah we’re all here
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| Looking for the pieces
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| The pieces, the pieces
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| Looking for the pieces
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| Looking for the pieces
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| Looking for the pieces
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| Looking for the pieces |