So I wait for the break of day
When the sun gets in my cracks
And I can see what I am meant to be
And everything I lack.
And I wait for the evening
Just to see you crawl to me and smile
You know what I need
And you know what I like
And you know where I am
When I disappear into the palm of your hands
Cause I don’t like here
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