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With You

Late at night

I come knocking at your door

And I hear you say

"Leave it at the floor"

It's been so long

And you won't

Tell me what to do

But it you're standing on the edge

Then I'll stand right there with you

Turn around

I've been dying to pull you in

But when I let you know

The gloves come off

And I can't win

When you want

You can't find it

And the sun

Makes you quiet

Speak it loud

When you find out what to say

But for now 

I don't mind the wait

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