i can't make anything
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of why the brightest light fades
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or how you slept a sleepless slumber
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and through the rhythm of the timeless season
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and you are the dark on my soul
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and it's your love that i steal
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and you're my cuts that won't close
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and this i'm certain
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and this i'm certain
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and this i'm certain
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i don't see anything
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through all your worries
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and the worst in people
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and you're the builder of your own high temple
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and that's the magic of your mind
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and you're the reason that i'm down
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but you're the promise that i found
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and you're all that i got
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who's the meanest
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and who's a genius
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and who's mine
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and from the bed you lay and wonder
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and from the morning come like thunder
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it's the downfall of your time
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and you're the dark of our home
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but still the home that i feel won't let up
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or let go
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and this i'm certain
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and this i'm certain
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Revelation Big Sur
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Red House Painters |