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(d. deleo)
I wish I could write a song just for you
I don’t know how
It’s when you’re away these walls show years
I do know why
One hundred eyes have opened on you
Where do you sleep
It’s when I’m alone at the end of your feet
I do know why
Tomorrow it’s better to know you have said
Tomorrow show something else instead
Remember the dream you told me you had
Now was it me
It’s when I’m awake with a shrug at the day
The sun will shine
How many knees have prayed in this house
Now was it me
When I was away, just before time
I let them all
Fill the fields fill the noise
You’ve shown better than this before
Fill the fields fill the noise
Let them shuffle around this town
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