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The lightnin' on your face
Ya sold the world for me
Your voice is in my lungs
You are right where I belong
But, now you're gone
Gone
Night, after night
I close my eyes
And, think of you
I'm not wakin' up
Not in love, with you
Strikin' a match to photographs
I lay in the ashes, of you
In a spider's web, between the stars
You are right where you belong
You're comin' home
Night, after night
I close my eyes
And, think of you
I'm not wakin' up
Not in love, with you
We said goodbye
Told a lie
Ya know the truth
I'm not wakin' up
Not in love, with you
Yeh-yehh, yeh-yahh
Aye-yah, aye-yah
Ahh-ehh, ah-ehh-ahh
Yeh-yehh, yah-yah
Aye-yahh, aye-yahh
Eh-ahh, eh-ahh
Yeh-yehh, yeh-yahh
Aye-yah, aye-yah
Ahh-ehh, ah-ehh-ahh
Yeh-yehh, yah-yah
Aye-yahh, aye-yahh
Yeh-yehh, yeh-yahh
Aye-yah, aye-yah
Yeh-yehh, yah-yah
Aye-yahh, aye-yahh
