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Nights of Weight

Nation Of Language

Nights of weight
Ah
I’m aflame now
Music from inside
Draws your shape in my mind

Fixing our eyes on the door
It’s never closed
I want to know you know
I’ll follow not far behind
Go

Forth, away, far out
Trials await us
I can’t handle your silence
Used to be comforting, long ago

Fixing our eyes on the door
It’s never closed
I want to know you know
I’ll follow not far behind
Go

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