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so wake, baby, wake but leave that blanket round you there's nowhere as safe i'm leaving this place there is nothing i'm planning to take just you, just you.

I'm trying to be...

yours.

your face is all wet, cause our days were rough

Sleep, don't weep, my sweet love
Your face is all wet and your day was rough
So do what you must do to find yourself
Wear another shoe, paint my shelves
Those times that I was broke, and you stood strong
I think I found a place where I belong