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She's got words she likes to hold |
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On a page she can unfurl |
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With a need of purest gold |
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She is alright |
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Hangs a heavy, heavy toll |
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On a heart so cruelly hurt |
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It keeps one hand on the door |
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Till it's alright |
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Alright |
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Every time lately |
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There's a hush baby |
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I can see that you've been crying. |
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Sometimes I pass outside your door |
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She's the first one to be told |
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She's the last one to arrive |
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Where the night winds bend and twirl |
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In the moonlight |
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Alright |
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Every time lately |
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There's a hush baby |
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I can see that you've been crying. |
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Sometimes I pass outside your door |
