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And as they'll sit in the dark each watching the spot on the ceiling |
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The fan will turn slow |
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There'll be nowhere to go to |
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And just as the years |
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They grow strong for each other |
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The sheets will say home |
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The door knobs will drown under the noise |
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Coming from outside of their kingdom |
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The people want more |
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Using the horse that will creep like white noise through the background of their sadness |
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She'll tell him to stop |
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He'll tell her he's like that because even at the most happiest time of her being |
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People stay gone |
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The past is the past |
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But it's still here between the fan, the doors, the knobs and the ceiling |
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But the laughter will drown |
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And for one little moment, he will forget |
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She will be his |
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Everything just for a minute |
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The future is here |
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The flowers are smelling |
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Oh |
