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where the carpet is cool and soft underneath the clock i feel my weary heart is put to rest you gather around your friends the connection that you feel when the night has not yet died .you.are.new. with a promise of a love you'll probably never find and touch that you can really feel the brokenness inside as hope and less collide now nothing is real there's nothing more i want than just one night that's free of doubt and sadness one night that i can really |
