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Say goodnight, she waits for me to put out the light.
Lay there still,
She waits to break my will.
Yes, if I know the truth,
How bout you?
(She got it)
And in the daylight,
A blackbird makes a fire inside.
And when she is done,
She sleeps beside the night.
Yes, I know the truth,
How bout you?
(She got it)
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