You say, "baby, turn the light out"
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But I can see there's something crying in your smile now
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Yeah, you used to be the glitter in the dirt
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And now you say it's just you feel a little dusty
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Why didn't anybody tell you that it ain't easy
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Life don't imitate reality TV
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I can see you tugging on a wishbone
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Angling an outcome
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Bones will only break their words
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But you don't know that it beats my heart
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To black and blue all over
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When you cry those tears
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Like paper cuts and iodine
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When you were here
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I couldn't find the words to say
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I'll be your lullaby singer
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I won't let you down
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I promise to try and try
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Lullaby, lullaby
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Lullaby, lullaby
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Panic is a shotgun
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I don't know if I can get you out of this one
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But you can call me up at twenty after midnight
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I'll stay on the line to talk you down and tuck you in
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Eyes wide open brighter than the candles
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On a cake you wasted wishes on when you were okay
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When you were here
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I couldn't find the words to say
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I'll be your lullaby singer
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I won't let you down
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I promise to try and try
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Lullaby, lullaby
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Lullaby, lullaby
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The Lullaby Singer
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Anna Nalick |