| Pull it out, turn it up
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| What’s your favorite song
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| That’s mine
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| I’ve been crying to it since I was young
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| I know there’s someone out there
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| Feeling just like I feel
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| I know they’re waiting up
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| I know they’re waiting to hear
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| And I’ve been holding my breath
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| I’ve been holding my breath
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| For too many years to count, too many years to count
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| And we waited for the sirens that never come
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| And we only write by the moon
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| Every word handwritten
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| And to ease the loss of youth
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| And how many years I’ve missed you
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| Pages bleed forgiveness
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| Every word handwritten
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| Let it out, let me in
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| Take a hold of my hand
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| There’s nothing like another soul
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| That’s been cut up the same
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| And did you want to drive without a word in between
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| I can understand you need a minute to breathe
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| And to sew up the seams
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| And to own this defeat, and own this defeat
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| Here in the dark I cherish the moonlight
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| I’m in love with the way you’re in love with the night
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| And it travels from heart to limb to pen
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| Every word handwritten
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| Every word handwritten
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| And with this pen, I thee wed
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| From my heart to your distress
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| Every word handwritten |