At night I feel the air just slip through my fingers
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In daylight it sticks like glue
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When I consider all the things that creep under my skin
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None of them are quite as sweet as you
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So don't cry
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And if I leave, and coming back I lose my way
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Don't change the locks on the back door
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Cause even though my brain may be twisted and unsound
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You know that my heart is true
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So don't cry
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So don't cry
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So don't cry
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So don't cry
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Don't Cry
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| Acetone |
