The room filled with the stain of a hundred cigarettes
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Sober through the haze, just one silhouette
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Fumble with the keys in the door
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But don't turn the light on
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Don't turn the light on
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We don't need to wait for our eyes to adjust
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Yeah, we can see it all by the time we touch
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The streetlight through the shutters may be all we need
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Cause the more the room goes dark, the more of you I see
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Dim lit, the room black, we can keep those candles out
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Shapes, we paint a map, where this is going now
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A novel worth of words I wanna say
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But don't turn the light on
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Don't turn the light on
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We don't need to wait for our eyes to adjust
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Yeah, we can see it all by the time we touch
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The streetlight through the shutters may be all we need
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Cause the more the room goes dark, the more of you I see
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Sun breaks cracks in closed blinds
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We never once closed our eyes
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We don't need to wait for our eyes to adjust
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Yeah, we can see it all by the time we touch
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The streetlight through the shutters may be all we need
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Cause the more the room goes dark, the more of you I see
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The more I see
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Yeah, the more I see
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In the dark, in the night, dim lit and closed eyes
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In the black, when we touch, streetlight's more than enough
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The more I see
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Yeah, the more I see
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Room Goes Dark
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Eli Young Band |