When the sun came up,
| We we're sleeping in,
| Sunk inside our blankets,
| Sprawled across the bed,
| And we we're dreaming,
|
| There are moments when,
| When I know it and
| The world revolves around us,
| And we're keeping it,
| Keeping it all going,
| This delicate balance,
| Vulnerable all knowing,
|
| Sing like you think no one's listening,
| You would kill for this,
| Just a little bit,
| Just a little bit,
| You would, kill for this
|
| Sing like you think no one's listening,
| You would kill for this,
| Just a little bit,
| Just a little bit,
| You would, you would...
|
| Sing me something soft,
| Sad and delicate,
| Or loud and out of key,
| Sing me anything,
| we're glad for what we've got,
| Done with what we've lost
| Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,
|
| Sing like you think no one's listening,
| You would kill for this,
| Just a little bit,
| Just a little bit,
| You would,
|
| Sing like you think no one's listening,
| You would kill for this,
| Just a little bit,
| Just a little bit,
| You would, you would....
|
| Sing me something soft,
| Sad and delicate,
| Or loud and out of key,
| Sing me anything.
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| Existentialism On Prom Night
| | Straylight Run |
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