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(difford/tilbrook) |
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Tonight there's wind |
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Tonight there's rain |
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Tonight i sleep with myself again |
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I punch the pillow into a mound |
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With this frustration that i have found |
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Today i hoped |
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Today i heard |
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There's still no contact |
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Still no word |
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I want to hear the front door slam |
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I want you back to hold my hand |
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Tonight there's hope you'll comfort me |
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All i can do is wait and see |
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But my eyes begin to close |
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As footsteps softly creep |
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To find me sound asleep |
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Tonight there's pain |
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Tonight there's fear |
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Tonight it's cold now you're not here |
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The sound of tyres out in the wet |
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That's as close to you as i can get |
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No turning handle on our front door |
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The more i hate you i want you more |
