You drank a bit down
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Spilled the rest of it in me
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And that's the minute i let go
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Your direction
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With the bending of the light
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If i remember it right
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It carried on just fine
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But tonight i will cry myself to sleep
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Every rain makes its way into somebody's song
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As a way to relieve the pain
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This one is calling me out of my shelter
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To face the truth
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But i still love
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More than one time
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This color has been mine
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To consume the energy
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To be a painter
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And cover all the blue
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I would give up wanting you
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But still the morning sun
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Will leak into my window when i'm done
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Every rain makes its way into somebody's song
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As a way to relieve the pain
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This one is calling me out of my shelter
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To face the truth
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But i still love
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Searching for my intuition
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Even though i recognize
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Myself in all these silver walls
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But as i star they all break me down
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Still Love
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| Holly Brook |
