Tonight there isn't any light under your door
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I guess you must be somewhere breathing
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Where skin and everything still know what they are for
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And blood remembers where to go
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I fell in love with you no matter what you say
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But you were right about the reasons
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To turn a magdeline into the month of May
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I shoulda known the magdeline was me
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So I'm turning on the stereo
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And I'm lining up the names
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On the mixes I made before you
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And I'm turning into fairytales
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With glitter and some glue
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Everything we ever planned to ever do
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Tonight there isn't any light under your door
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I guess you must be somewhere breathing
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In patterns unfamiliar to the one you're underneath
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I pinned those patterns in my coat
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So I'm turning on the stereo
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And I'm turning into fairytales
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Yes I'm turning on the stereo
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And I'm turning into you
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Patterns Of Fairytales
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| The National |
