i will hang on the hook of your splendor
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as the night rolls us up in its arms
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and the square of your thumbs and your fingers
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is the blanket of sky that's so warm
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i know it's late but i can't help but think here
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that the day hasn't shown all its cards
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now its out to the stars or the ocean
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lets not retrace our steps to the car
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picking out all the stars that we like between
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finger and thumb
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you laugh as you pass me the night as if its
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too fragile to hold
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and i hold it so close to my chest with your
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hands in my hands
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you say this is just how we'll rest until
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light turns to sound
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now your eyelids they faint and they shiver
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like the wings of the last bird to leave
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for the south for the heat for no reason
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oh just to fly for sheer joy
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the wind shakes the branches above us
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and the cars shake the ground at our backs
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but the dark roman wine in our bloodstreams
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makes the cold just a word just a sound
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picking out all the stars that we like between
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finger and thumb
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you laugh as you pass me the night as if its
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too fragile to hold
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and I hold it so close to my chest with your
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hands in my hands
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you say this is just how we'll rest until the
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light turns to sound
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Dark Roman Wine
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| Snow Patrol |
