The night.
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She brushed her hands upon my flushed cheek
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Smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow
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Clouds soothe, Shredded by the calico
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Were oh so vast and quick as I was on my own now.
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This time like every other time I believe that I never find
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Another sweet little girl with sequined sea foam eyes
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Ocean lapping voice smile coy as the brightest quiet span of sky
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And I'm all alone again tonight not again, not again, not again.
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And don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice. Lovely.
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Still I'm unable to inhale all the riches
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As I'm awkward as a wound on my bones
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Still I've got cobblestone joints and plate glass points
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As I'm all by myself tonight not again not againE
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And don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice. Lovely.
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Well if you should nervously break down
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When its time for the shakedown would you take it
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It's when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that you've made it
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And don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice.
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Lovely.
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Say it again. Lovely. So lovely. to do it again
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Again. Loving again. It's coming again.
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Lovely.
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Tonight, Not Again
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| Jason Mraz |
