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Last night I thought the end was near
My eyes kept closing as I'm trying to steer
And I know there's nothing back at home
But the wait on high is way too long
So, I turn around, head back to the cove
To find something I can make on my own
But everything defeats the mood
So shameless how the thoughts they move
Their way back to the person that I know so well

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