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By Anna Nalick, Well it's been almost a year to the moment
When
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By Anna Nalick, I am a man
Cut from the know
Rarely do friends come
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By Anna Nalick, 2 a.m. and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake
Can
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By Anna Nalick, 2 a.m. and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake
Can
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By Anna Nalick, L.A. lights never shine quite as bright as in the
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By Anna Nalick, I'm sitting on a citadel
Contemplating life
Making a point to waste
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By Anna Nalick, I've tripped again and things are starting to get interesting
Don't
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By Anna Nalick, Talk about the weather
Will you miss me ever
Lately I'm obsessed
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By Anna Nalick, On the ground with my world upside down
I got a
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By Anna Nalick, Under the weight of your wings
You are a God and
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By Anna Nalick, You say you fell while holding diamonds in your hands
"It's
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By Anna Nalick, Mmm
Mmm
Hey Mr. Love
I've been singing and still
There's a hole
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By Anna Nalick, She don't run from the sun no more
She boxed her
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By Anna Nalick, Black and blue
I chose my way
I
The candid castaway
In a
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By Anna Nalick, Oh
The night makes you a star and it holds
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By Anna Nalick, Oh
The night makes you a star and it holds
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By Anna Nalick, He was a soldier
He always was
He left his city to
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By Anna Nalick, Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the
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By Anna Nalick, Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the
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By Anna Nalick, Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the
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By Anna Nalick, 2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake
"Can
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By Anna Nalick, Oh the night makes you a star
And it holds you
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By Anna Nalick, Oh, the night makes you a star
And it holds you
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By Anna Nalick, Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the light's
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By Anna Nalick, Now that you're gone, all that's left is a band
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By Anna Nalick, 2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake
"Can
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By Anna Nalick, Talk about the weather
Will you miss me ever?
Lately I'm obsessed
And
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By Anna Nalick, God is gorgeous in the city
And what's my home like
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By Anna Nalick, Hey Mr. Love, I've been singing and still
There's a hole
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By Anna Nalick, He was a soldier, he always was
He left his city
