the heat comes in distant shifts to fill up my room
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it spills out of these ancient vents to meet the new cold
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and i lay in my twisted sheets and stare out at the snow
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still thinking of the next few months, my cold and lifeless eyes
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I've never felt so separate
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and then there's you but that's so obvious
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it's hopeless and i know this, that's why i can't dream
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no desire or circumstance would keep this from me
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one by one, to department stores
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we walk through the aisles
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in a forest of designer clothes, you touch me and smile
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and for a moment i could want nothing
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your bright eyes burn through my exploding heart
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and we stand as the shoppers pass us
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and for once i can feel a touch complete
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and i need to just be near you and fill these empty eyes
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but you start turning as resistance pulls you from my cold and boring life
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let's make this easy and let time pass, as devotion dies,
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the list goes on and on
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i have waited and i will be waiting for the pain to cure the fear
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Patient Hope In New Show
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| Bright Eyes |
