| So fire up, at the little things
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| We’re caught up, in the webs we weave
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| Then we pluck on the smallest string
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| We’re pressing on our bruise just to feel something
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| In the night that you walked out again
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| And the light with the yellow tinge
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| Your goodbyes, they never meant a thing
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| 'Cause we’re pressing on our bruise just to feel something
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| So let go of me
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| And everything we should have seen
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| And you’ll go and be everything you need to be
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| And I honestly wish that I could say I’ve let you go
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| So fire up, at the little things
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| We’re caught up, in the webs we weave
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| Then we pluck on the smallest string
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| Cause we’re pressing on our bruise just to feel something
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| And I wish that I had called you up in the December sun
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| You would have come
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| And the words, they would have raised themselves up from my heart to tongue
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| I think we’re done
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| Cause we’re pressing on our bruise just to feel something
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| So let go of me
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| And everything we should have seen
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| And you’ll go and be everything you need to be
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| And I honestly wish that I could say I’ve let you go
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| I haven’t seen the sun in days
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| A broken home, a broken place
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| Your coffee sitting on the counter, cold
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| I can’t throw it away
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| And all the things we haven’t done
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| And all the battles never won
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| I need your light to help me see again
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| So let go of me
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| And everything we should have seen
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| And you’ll go and be everything you need
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| So let go of me
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| And everything we should have seen
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| And you’ll go and be everything you need to be
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| And I honestly wish that I could say I’ve let you go
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| I want to let you go
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| I wish I’d let you go
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| I need to let you go |