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She locked herself in that roomwith a full view of a full moonand this where she comes to flywhen she wanna disappear from what's outside. |
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I try not to make it obviousshe doesn't know there's an audience. |
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These walls are ripped and thin |
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So it ain't my fault that |
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I'm listenin'. |
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And I can make out every word |
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Cause she sing loud like a trapped birdshe looks out at the starswhen she writes songs on that guitar. |
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And every song you write without me,just another sad song to me. |
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And every song you write without me,sound like who |
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I'll never be. |
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She picked up her instrumentand |
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I don't know where |
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I went.I just close my eyes and floatlike |
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I'm in there with her tryin' to hold allthe notes she hits, motionless,a secret solo show she gives. |
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Sometimes she'll search for a lineand |
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I wish I could give her one of mine. |
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But it would all unravelif she found out |
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I was in the shadows. |
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So I suppress what |
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I obsess,but your biggest fan wanna sing a duet. |
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Because every song you write without me,just another sad song to me. |
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And every song you write without me,sound like who |
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I'll never be. |
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Familiar with the voice of the lonely,lost in the noise of the wind blowing, |
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Go ahead, girl, tell your story,but the siren don't wail for holy. |
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Play your heart by strings,with the parts you sing. |
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Can't wait to hear what tomorrow brings. |
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And if you ever get to smile, |
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I'll be right here tryin' to reconcilemy desire to admire your sadness. |
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You gonna rise from the fire and ashes. |
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And if it's all the same to you,you oughta let me be the one to change your tune |
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Cause every song you write without me,just another sad song to me. |
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And every song you write without me,sound like who |
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I'll never be. |