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Singing Myself To Sleep

November 26th, 2008 No Comments

“We might live like never before
When there’s nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more

We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate.

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve known?”

—Damien Rice