| Jacy has up and gone
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| I drink an empty glass farwell
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| More or less
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| More is less for you
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| Calm that fever in the pleasuredome
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| I try a mother fall to tell
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| And I can hear them even bless
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| I wanna bathe you in the morning light
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| I wanna I wanna bathe you in the morning light
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| Wanna bathe you in the morning light
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| I wanna I wanna bathe you in the morning light
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| Jacy don’t forget to write me darling
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| Your dreams were painted on your bedclothes
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| And I crumble by your rest
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| Cause my life was all I put in your eyes
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| My dreams were tied to yours instead
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| So as you stumble through the darkness
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| I wanna bathe you in the morning light
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| I wanna, I wanna bathe in the morning light
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| Wanna bathe you in the morning light
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| I wanna I wanna bathe you in the morning light
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| Wanna bathe you in the morning light
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| I wanna I wanna bathe you in the morning light
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| Wanna bathe you in the morning light
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| I wanna, I wanna bathe you in the morning light
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| So the mother sings songs of ember
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| And I hear the soft surrender of this mother’s song |