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Midnight

from Bedtime Stories by Sunday Markets

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It was a dark cold night in autumn
when you told me all the things you said
now weighing you down
like chains, upon your bed

And now you're all strung up
a tangled mess, you've lost your words
but nevertheless
I know you won't let your conscience rest

As you drew me close, with trembling hands
In hopes that I might understand
The raindrops fell around you on the sand

Your whispered voice, felt heavy filled
with years of silence kept within
as my voice escaped me, caving in

My, my, my x4

And it felt like hours and hours on end
as we sat there staring lost within
our thoughts and all the things we won't admit

I should've told you there'd be better days
I should've told you that we'd find our way
even if we knew there was nothing I could say

My, my, my x4

As the morning brings another day
We'll pretend again that nothing's changed
That mask you wear, it never fades
Don't you let them take your voice away

No I won't let them hurt you
No I can't watch this fall through
your palms, as you come to
I won't let them hurt you

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from Bedtime Stories, released March 2, 2014

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