Call me out of my hovel;
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I long to see the sun.
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My legs try to carry me
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but my heart weighs me down.
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Burn this in my eyes
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until I see your outline.
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Carve this on my lips
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until you see my blood drip.
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And just that I can pen these words tonight
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is proof enough for me
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that there is more than meets the eye.
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And this is my simple lullaby (simple lullaby)
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And to try and put to rest any loneliness inside.
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Call me out of my hovel;
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I long to see the sun.
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My legs try to carry me
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but my heart weighs me down.
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Burn this in my eyes (burn this in my:)
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until I see your outline.
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Carve this on my lips (carve this on my:)
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until you see my blood drip.
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And just that I can pen these words tonight
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is proof enough for me
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that there is more than meets the eye.
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And this is my simple lullaby (simple lullaby)
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And to try and put to rest any loneliness inside.
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So farewell.
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Under A Lamp
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Sherwood |