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Now the snow will fall and the lover's call |
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Will be drenched out by the shatterin' of verse |
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As the seasoned shifts lonely minds will drift |
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On the ocean in a build above its lore |
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As I knock your door from inside once more |
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How I wish a soothin' breeze would let me in |
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Shake my tambourine at your glowing dreams |
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So honey won't you let me in, oh |
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As we cease to know where our fate will go |
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We won't see the rivers tied up in the vines |
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Branches will untie every mumblin' lie |
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Every frayed word in your lullaby is heard |
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Oh when I catch the force of our first divorce |
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How I wish the turning suset could record |
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Blow my engine steam at your glowin' dreams |
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So honey won't you let me in, oh |
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Now the dust will rise, dress the olden skies |
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Just a gallery of words we've used much |
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It's a _____ ____ but what if it's too late |
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To be building up our muscles in ______ |
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Put me on the mornin' ship and |
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I will take the trip |
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To return with all the treasures of the past |
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It will always seem like a glowin' dream |
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So honey won't you let me in |
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I said honey won't you let me in, oh |
