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[Verse 1]
Your hand’s in mine, no need to say,
The sky’s burnin’ low, daylight fades away,
Golden hour’s slow, a gentle fire,
Like every year that built this quiet desire.
[Pre-Chorus]
Lines on our faces tell the truth,
Every scar a proof of youth.
[Chorus]
When the sun dips down, and shadows crawl,
Your eyes say everything, no need at all.
No words left to...
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