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Emma Copp
Emma Copp
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Emma Copp
Emma Copp
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Emma Copp
Emma Copp
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Lyrics

Of all the blurry late night sprees
The browned out streaks of wild
I feel one gap of memory so loud
The piece I'll never capture
Amnesia by the night
After all my racing thoughts have circled round
And I wonder who I am in those very last few moments
The last few minutes 'fore I fall asleep
On ordinary nights between shut and open eyes
Never know the thought that sunk me in the deep
Did I think of you
I dreamed I finally said it
Though not with all three words
Even then your answer choked me to the core
Daydreamed that I could bring you
To my hometown, walk you through
Then remember that it's simply far too far
Almost let it slip like butter
As you stepped off the train
Bit it back in time and swallowed it once more
But I wonder who I am in those very last few moments
The last few minutes 'fore I fall asleep
On ordinary nights between shut and open eyes
Never know the thought that sunk me in the deep
Did I think of you
Did I think of you?
Feels like all I ever do
Now I only wish I knew
When to let the words free
In those quicksand minutes off to sleep
Would I admit
That I love you?
Written by: Emma Copp
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