Counting Days

Wild Nothing

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    On the way towards your descent
    I could count every flower on the hill
    The curtains drawn on your content
    There's nothing left for me to forgive again.

    It's cold
    In your bed
    And those flowers have long been dead
    But if you wait
    You can see
    There's a place where I used to be

    You want to make me spin
    You want to hold me in

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    Counting days till you come in
    I haven't lost you I just misplaced you
    However bright I could not tell
    The window open no explanation

    You're right
    In the sun
    And the dreaming has come undone
    If you wait
    You can see
    There's no reason to disagree

    You want to make me spin
    You want to hold me in

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    Composition: John Tatum

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