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Written by |
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Stevie Nicks. |
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The closest you've ever come to me |
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Was to help me up the stairs |
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You stood in the middle of the stairway |
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You nearly dragged me up the stairs "You've been asleep." "Well, I've been asleep for how long?" she says "Why do you question me?" |
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He says, "You never cared about time before, my friend." |
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Seems like a thousand days since you've been gone... |
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Seems like a thousand days since you've been gone... |
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You're not my friend, you're not my love |
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And this is something that we really don't discuss |
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If there is no time, and there is no place. |
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And, if there was, well, you'd never leave a trace |
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And as all arch angels do to you |
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And as all arch enemies will finally do to you, too |
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Well, I found you |
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Quiet now, songbird, just for one night |
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Well, I know that you love to sing |
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And, oh baby, well, |
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I know that you love to write |
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You live by the light of the moon and |
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I live by light of desire |
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Ooh, such words to her over the phone "Just how many people are there with you now" |
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Well, I can see the trouble |
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The sun is here today and |
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I requested a storm |
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But I like some kind of |
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TIME/LIFE edition, |
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Tradition, competition... |
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Being the only thing that |
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I really have to remember |
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The great singers and the great players |
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And if the sun warms up the rain, |
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And the rain puts out the sun |
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Why does the greatest love become the greatest pain? |
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So, where are you? |
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Sometimes |
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I hear you crying and |
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I wake up, and still |
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I wake up crying |
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Well, he is on my mind..he's everywhere |
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And if he followed me home, will the sound of both of our voices simply disappear? |
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Well, I miss you now... |
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He laughs |
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He has an attitude so |
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I have an attitude, too |
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He knocks on the door next to the courtyard |
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Well, he frightens me so, |
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I let him in |
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But I'm already, well, |
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I'm already screaming |
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How can the greatest love come from the greatest pain? |
