| Now the snow will fall and the lover’s call
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| Will be drenched out by the shatterin' of verse
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| As the seasoned shifts lonely minds will drift
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| On the ocean in a build above its lore
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| As I knock your door from inside once more
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| How I wish a soothin' breeze would let me in
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| Shake my tambourine at your glowing dreams
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| So honey won’t you let me in, oh
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| As we cease to know where our fate will go
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| We won’t see the rivers tied up in the vines
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| Branches will untie every mumblin' lie
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| Every frayed word in your lullaby is heard
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| Oh when I catch the ______ of our ______
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| How I wish the turning suset could record
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| Blow my engine steam at your glowin' dreams
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| So honey won’t you let me in, oh
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| Now the dust will rise, dress the olden skies
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| Just a gallery of words we’ve used much
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| It’s a _____ ____ but what if it’s too late
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| To be building up our muscles in ______
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| Put me on the mornin' ship and I will take the trip
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| To return with all the treasures of the past
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| It will always seem like a glowin' dream
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| So honey won’t you let me in
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| I said honey won’t you let me in, oh |