| It's dark in the place where you used to be |
| And all I have's a shadow that you left for me |
| I got pictures in my head workin' overtime |
| See the shattered face of you through the blinds |
| I've counted all the sheep and I know |
| My brain is turning upside down |
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| Oh, I didn't want to let this go |
| More than you will ever know |
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| Can we get back to a place that leaves no scar? |
| Every little piece of us we've torn apart |
| Staring at the ceiling now and I can't sleep |
| Maybe all the slaughterhouses got the sheep |
| Or maybe they're just out getting sheared |
| To make a blanket of my fear |
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| Oh, I didn't want to let this go |
| More than you will ever know |
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| You make a mold |
| Your ghost is gone again |
| Enlightened by the sunlight shining in |
| I know it's wrong to know you're right infront of me |
| And, by the way, I know you're where you're meant to be |
| I'll wake alone |
| Your ghost is gone again |
| Enlightened by the sunlight shining in |
| Am I constrained in wondering if you think of me? |
| But either way, we're still not alone |
| Still not alone |
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| We're okay, we're still not alone |
| Still not alone |
| Oh oh oh |
| Oh oh oh |
| Still not alone, still not alone |
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