Put back the stars
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I'm out of shape tonight
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Pinhole black velvet navigation-skills got lost
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With the fading light
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It was there not more then a second ago
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Now what do you know, what I do know
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Is just not good enough to make things right
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So put back the stars
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I'm out of place tonight
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Ain¡¯t it something to know you¡¯re lost
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Ain't it something to know you¡¯re lost
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Ain't it something to know you¡¯ve lost
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I hoist my sail
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Though there is no wind in sight
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And I close my eyes to feel the fresh breeze
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Paint the inside of my eyelids bright
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Fill the sky with your breath
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Cause you know I¡¯m out of mine
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Let the sky burn and I will inhale
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Without a fight
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So I hoist my sail
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And I'll just wait for you tonight
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Ain't it something to know you¡¯ve lost
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Ain't it something to know you¡¯ve lost
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Ain't it something to know you¡¯ve
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lost
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Black tar surround me now
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But life is the next door neighbour
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On the outside there is just absence
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But when I close my eyes
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All I see is your face
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Ain't it something to know you're lost
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Ain't it something to know you're lost
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Ain't it something to know you're lost
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Ain't it something to know you're lost
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Ain¡¯t it something to know you¡¯ve lost
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Ain¡¯t it something to know you¡¯ve lost
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Ain¡¯t it something I know I've lost
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Put Back The Stars
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