There are whispers,
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ones that let me in on the upcoming,
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I watched and listened,
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Ready to take hold the sight,
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To take over the whole damn night,
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I stay buried from loss that would kill me across.
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Never go away,
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Hold her tightly and love harder than I can,
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Only one way out.
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The voices are callin' me, outside in.
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The hold the misery from breaking in...
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With hours left and the light at the end is dimmer than,
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I watched and listened,
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Leaving without loosing tonight,
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Her breath on skin by candelight,
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Ill take loss from my face and leave grace in its trace.
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Never go away,
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Hold her tightly and love her harder than I can...
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Only one way down.
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The voices are callin' me, outside in.
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They hold the misery from breaking in,
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And one day after the rain, the loss sinks in.
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The photographs are alone to uphold withstand.
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One day after the rain,
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When the loss sinks in.
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The photographs are alone to uphold withstand.
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Only one day after the rain...
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Capsized in the sea of your scent.
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Only one day after the rain...
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When abandonment is my closest friend...
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Northern November
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