| He is love, he is a light
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| He is the sounds, and thoughts, and words that keep you up at night
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| He is warmth, but it makes you shiver
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| He is beauty, he is kind, he is a giver
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| He is magic in the dark, he is the ticking time
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| He is energy in the stars, truth and a white lie
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| He broke down my walls with the light in his eyes
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| And brick by brick he took over my mind
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| I fell for him fast and unknowingly
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| He is the kind of earthquake that you don’t see
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| I thought I was safe cause there was no evidence of destruction
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| But, before I knew it, I was in it, I loved him
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| The heat of the summer, the moon in the sky
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| Nothing could compare to the look in his eyes
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| Corn fields, truck beds, parking lot lights
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| The connection was instant, everything was right
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| But seasons change, leaves turn brown
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| Lakes dry up, what goes up comes down
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| I don’t know what changed, or why he fell out of love
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| But I’ve come to realize, it’s simply what he does
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| He loves, and he loves, and he loves
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| Then he runs, and he runs, and he runs
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| He won’t stay, even if he wants to
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| His demons are stronger than the feelings that he has for you
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| Nobody leaves him because he does it first
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| He breaks his own heart, and loves you less than he loves to hurt
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| If I could speak to the one he has now
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| I would tell her to prepare for the rain that will come down
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| He will tear you up, and pour gasoline on the shreds
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| You will feel insane, you won’t get him out of your head
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| His jacket, his face, his words won’t leave your memory
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| He won’t care when you face him saying, «Look what you’ve done to me»
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| Remember these words next time your hand is in his
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| Because you will become another casualty on the list
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| You can try to get out, but you’re already in
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| Welcome to the minefield, this is loving him |