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In the sweet glow of the light, |
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You revive my folly. |
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When you shout like nothing dies, |
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I can see you're sorry. |
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When your sad mouth figures out |
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Like a child in mourning. |
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And you laugh like water drowns, |
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'Cause you hear it coming. |
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When you laugh, |
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You give it away. |
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(Sing it slow as quicksand.) |
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You touch my hand and |
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Say you're never afraid |
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(And push me off the deep end). |
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With a hold on paradise |
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And an act to follow, |
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You control your compromise |
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With your white-washed sorrow. |
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When your hope crawls underneath |
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And you're dreaming for me. |
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You're as blind as I can see |
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When you hear it coming. |
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And when you lie, |
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Your lips curl like |
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A wave of separation. |
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And when you laugh, |
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You know you give it away. |
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(You know you give it away.) |
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You know you give it away. |
