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Darkness finds I listen
To every little thing she has to say
And when I'm all but found its
Darkness that will lead my way
And all she ever asks me to do is
Stay awake to see a picture perfect
Moon she'll give me
She ties a ribbon to and with the stars
She lets me know she's playin with the sun
He always makes it hard for her to see me
One day me and darkness will run away and sun will see
He should have let me take her in the first place and
Stay awake to see the picture perfect moon she"ll give me
She ties a ribbon to and with the stars
She lets me know she's mine
All I ever wanted was for me and the moon to shine
And make the darkness
Stay awake to see a picture perfect moon she'll give me
She ties a ribbon to and with the stars
She lets me know that she
Stays awake to see a picture perfect moon she'll give me
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I miss the girl, and the cigarettes
And the more I try, the more that I forget
To think of you is a flash to find
To think of you I find my light to pass the time
You want me to be that better one
Time goes slowly with you only
Insomnia my friend
Insomnia my friend
I miss the girl and I lost my light
So I'm stumbling through this hollow room for peace of mind
I find that I am going over everything I've said to you, for you
Insomnia my friend
Insomnia my friend
You want me to be that better one
Time goes slowly with you only
You want me to be that better one
Time goes slowly with you only
Insomnia my friend
Insomnia my friend
Insomnia, insomnia
I miss the girl whose not impressed by
Insomnia and my cigarette light, my cigarette light
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Oh, and tell me
Was it all because I
Brought it up for
Conversation in a bed
And I wouldn't have started
Were it not for a blue appearing
Someone's trying to please somebody else
Many men are crying
God can't help but he's trying
To find more
Men like me
A women such as
You my love
Non existence seemed like
Nothing my love
And though I said I was scared to die
The end seemed so much greater
Then either side of the equator
Yea, you saved me
God was there to pass me
You my love
It happened on a Sunday
Which tells me there was no mistake
A half parted smile
You took my hand and breath away
And I wouldn't have loved you
If you would have
Answered my requesting
Someone's glad he never pleased himself
Many men are crying
God can't help but he's trying
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