The days the nights,
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the search for an angel
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For lack of love
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For what I used to be
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A certain thing
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a certain comfort
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One last cloud is over me
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She was the one
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she was the warm air
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She was the talk a best friend gave to me
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Four lazy nights in new york city
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High above eight-first street
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And all my friends they say I'm careless like I've always been
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Why don't I let my self love her like I should
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She's wonderful to you
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she's wonderful to me
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So why cant I believe
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she's wonderful with me, me
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The way she walks
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the way she wanders
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The way she talks
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a whisper to my ear
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All of the things you take for granted
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A far watch discover in a year
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They always say they'd give up anything
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They always say they watch her with a tear
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Don't mean to fake, to be sarcastic
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Why must my conscience disappear
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All my friends they say I'm useless like I've always been
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Why don't I let my self love her like I should
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She's wonderful to you
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she's wonderful to me
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So why cant I believe
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she's wonderful with me, me
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Mirrors on the ceiling
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Staring up at my reflection
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Its not her that lies above me
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All temptation
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all the candy
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All those phony faces
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don't compare to your embraces
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I think I've lost my patience
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Always down and always wasted
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And all my friends they say I'm careless like I've always been
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I think I let myself love like I should
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She's wonderful to you
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She's wonderful to me
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I think I can believe
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She's wonderful with me, me
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Wonderful
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Nine Days |