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Its late at night, but in my head the lights still on
My body is shot, and I'm well aware I gave you the gun
Now there are grooves on my skin where your hands used to be
And my eyes are tired yet still it's only you I see.
Laughing, singing and being alone
The things I miss the most
You're the only one that's ever felt like home
You've always felt like home
Its early morning, but I'm left wondering when my sun will come up
You're angry and tired, but you're beautiful as you sip the coffee from your cup
Theres still grooves in my skin where you're hands should be
I'm still so tired, but it's always you I see
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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