The Night

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[Verse 1]
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  You're the night, Lilah. A 
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little girl lost in the woods.
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  You're a folk tale, the 
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unexplainable.

[Chorus 1]
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  You're a bedtime story. The 
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one that keeps the curtains closed.
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  I hope you're waiting for me 
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cause I can't make it on my own.
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  I can't make it on my own.

[Verse 2]
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  It's too dark to see the 
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landmarks. I don't want your good 
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luck charms.
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  I hope you're waiting for me 
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across your carpet of stars.
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  You're the night, Lilah. 
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You're everything that we can't see.
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  Lilah, you're impossibility.

[Chorus 1]
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  You're a bedtime story. The 
                             Fm
one that keeps the curtains closed.
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  I hope you're waiting for me 
C/G                        Fm
cause I can't make it on my own.
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  I can't make it on my own.

[Instrumental]
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(faintly 2nd time)

[Verse 3]
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  Unknown the unlit world of old. 
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You're the sounds I never heard 
before.
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  Off the map where the wild 
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things grow. Another world outside 
my door.
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  Here I stand I'm all alone. Drive 
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me down the pitch black road.
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Lilah you're my only home and I 
can't make it on my own.

[Chorus 2]
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  You're a bedtime story. The 
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one that keeps the curtains closed.
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  And I hope you're waiting for 
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me cause I can make it on my own.
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  I can make it on my own.

[Otro]
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You're the paint can falling off the
 wall at the door that slams at the 
end
of the hall where the kid rings 
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sounds of basketball. The battle of 
the
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earth of the angels. The shifting 
snow drifts so realistic, so 
realistic - call you
of stars. See there is something in 
the yard. It's awful dark. With the 
painted strings, the
the good luck charm, the prayer, the
 extra layer. The group ???...