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The sound of one heart breaking, the sound of someone waking |
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To the cold hard truth before the sun goes down |
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If I could ever catch you a little bit of that |
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I'd wrap it up and bury it in the deep dark ground |
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On the ledge with one last chance to beg |
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To the deepest root of the oldest tree |
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If we could only bottle a little bit of rain |
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Wrung out from the history in its ancient leaves |
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[Chorus:] |
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All we need is a candlelit bedroom |
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All you ever wanted was a state of grace |
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Every waking moment you believe that |
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Love will always lead you to a better place |
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The never ending stories of the victor and the spoils |
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The treasure and the lesson to be learned |
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If I could ever wrap up a little piece of this |
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I'd strike a match and watch the contents burn |
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[Chorus (x2)] |
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Love will always lead to a candlelit bedroom |
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Only if you want it bad enough |
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Every waking moment you believe that |
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You must have a little faith in the light of love |
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Every waking moment you believe that |
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You must have a little faith in the light of love |
