The days the nights,
the search for an angel
For lack of love
For what I used to be
A certain thing
a certain comfort
One last cloud is over me
She was the one
she was the warm air
She was the talk a best friend gave to me
Four lazy nights in new york city
High above eight-first street
And all my friends they say I m careless like I ve always been
Why don t I let my self love her like I should
She s wonderful to you
she s wonderful to me
So why cant I believe
she s wonderful with me, me
The way she walks
the way she wanders
The way she talks
a whisper to my ear
All of the things you take for granted
A far watch discover in a year
They always say they d give up anything
They always say they watch her with a tear
Don t mean to fake, to be sarcastic
Why must my conscience disappear
All my friends they say I m useless like I ve always been
Why don t I let my self love her like I should
She s wonderful to you
she s wonderful to me
So why cant I believe
she s wonderful with me, me
Mirrors on the ceiling
Staring up at my reflection
Its not her that lies above me
All temptation
all the candy
All those phony faces
don t compare to your embraces
I think I ve lost my patience
Always down and always wasted
And all my friends they say I m careless like I ve always been
I think I let myself love like I should
She s wonderful to you
She s wonderful to me
I think I can believe
She s wonderful with me, me

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