The things we talk about till morning light

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Fingers tap away on lighted screen
Cigarettes illuminate a dark balcony
Gentle snores punctuate a room painted blue
And suddenly, suddenly the future is bright

The burning question "Where have you been?"
We know all the answers to, from story after story
Something connects our minds, and it isn't glue
Now my room feels like home; my life right

"I know you." Yes, I know what you mean
You redefined my world and I ain't sorry
More people would have faith if they only knew
The things we talk about till morning light

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