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When I’m Not Around

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When the day is over
Where could you be?
Do you look past the lights
And think where is he?

When I'm not around
How can you relate
To the night in front of you
And the things we never say?

Sometimes alone
In the club where I met you
My feels seem cruel
But I never regret you

When I'm not around
Will you let me know?
Keep me on my game
Don't let your feelings show

It seems I disappear
I'm really right behind
Through the streets I'm always near
Right through the edge of night

There's that look that you give
When there's a light on the floor
The haze of countless nights
Is coming in through the door

When I'm not around
Who do you revive?
What name is on your mind?
When the morning comes alive

It seems I disappear
I'm really right behind
Through the streets I'm always near
Right through the edge of night

It seems I disappear
I'm really right behind
Through the streets I keep you near
Right through the edge of night

Come on, I'll take you home
You've been out way to long
Then we should stay at home
I think I'll know you tonight


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