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[ti:Alone] |
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[ar:Halie Loren] |
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[al:Full Circle] |
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Lying awake, on my own again |
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I can finally steal the entire bed |
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And yet I curl into this ball of flesh |
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Protected from the chill that starts |
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Inside my bones and spreads to parts |
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Of me that I'd forgotten could feel |
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The pain of cold |
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But they'll numb themselves soon enough or so I'm told |
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Alone |
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Desperate for somebody, for you to hold |
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But all I'll be is holding out until the only skin I need's my own |
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To feel at home again |
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Alone again |
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Window is open and the sky is dim |
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You know me and my affair with 4 a.m. |
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But all I long for now is sleep's sweet release |
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Music of the rain keeps me awake |
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Wishing it were running down my face |
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Instead of rivulets of the saltier kind |
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Oh, how it stings |
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But like and it standing, healing's only something time can bring |
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Alone |
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Desperate for somebody, for you to hold |
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But all I'll be is holding out until the only skin I need's my own |
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To feel at home again |
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Alone again |
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The walls where our shadows used to play |
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The echoes of promises we made |
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The sheets where our bodies used to lay |
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Tangled and hard to discern |
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They're telling apart happiness and familiar comfort |
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Alone |
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Desperate for you to hold |
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But all I'll be is holding out until the only skin I need's my own |
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To feel at home again |
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Alone again |
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Whole again |
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Alone again |
