It's the quiet night that breaks me.
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I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place.
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It's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace.
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All my books are lying useless now.
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All my maps will only show me how to lose my way.
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Oh call my name.
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You know my name.
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And in that sound, everything will change.
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Tell me it won't always be this hard.
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I am nothing without you, but I don't know who you are.
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It's the crowded room that breaks me: everybody looks so luminous, and strangely young.
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It's the crowded room that's never heard.
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No one here can say a word of my native tongue.
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I can't be among them anymore.
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I fold myself away before it burns me numb.
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Oh call my name.
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You know my name.
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And in your love, everything will change.
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Tell me it won't always be this hard.
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I am nothing without you, but I don't know who you are.
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Nothing Without You
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| Vienna Teng |
