The day is airy. The spring window's open.
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I got one leg out, yeah and I just might descend.
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It's not far. Just two feet from me and the sun.
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A grin begins to make it's way to face.
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Whoah, this can't be happenin'.
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The weather's broken and I can call my friends again.
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Sorry for my absence, understand.
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Sometimes it's darkness I only comprehend.
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I've made my bed and jumped the sheets right off the edge.
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The deepest breath I've waited weeks to shed.
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Whoah, this can't be happenin'.
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The weather's broken and I can call my friends again.
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Whoah, this can't be happenin'.
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The weather's broken and I can call all my friends again.
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Whoah, this happens from year to year. From time to time.
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I say I'm sorry for being shy, but I can't say I really mind.
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I can't say I really mind.
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