| Dismantled notes just might strike me tonight
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| You’re right, I just might explode in this silver moonlight
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| You’re at the piano, your hands are on the key
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| Lifting and resting you make such beautiful sound
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| I lift the hair from your neck then, the trees flay in the wind
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| And we dance beneath them
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| So what about the defying afternoon when
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| When it’s black and white and shadow filled rooms
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| I’m praying for a thunderstorm, something to keep me inside
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| Notes bounce around in my light head
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| I’m floating high above your house, your tears have flooded it out
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| If only you could see the angel that I see
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| All dressed in white, the white dress like we use to light in disturbed
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| So what about the defying afternoon when
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| When it’s black and white and shadow filled rooms
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| I’m praying for a thunderstorm, something to keep me inside
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| We stay in harms way like a monster from my dreams
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| Cause I know it’s the kind that does the breaking
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| The sea is white and immerse
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| The sweet notes take me away |