Grim Tales of a Wassie

# NOBODY'S THERE

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I'm sorry if I stumble too much

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My eyes like the shelter in yours

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And as the winds whirl past your hairs

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The town goes silent, like nobody's there

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I'm sorry if I fumble too much

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My voice shatters when I hear yours

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And as the vibrations peel my skin

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It feels like nobody's there

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I'm sorry if I struggle too much

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My legs shiver when I feel yours

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And just as it all starts making sense

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It seems like nobody's there

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