She don't need him to say
when she's already spent years everything her own way
and she's used to being alone at night in her own chamber
she don't need him to hold or to cry.
She is taken by the way he moves,
that he never truly clears her in what he wishes to do
oh, she's left in solitude, pondering why can't he take her through his clouds until the sun shines
Come and find me where and when you wish to
i'll be sitting beneath the sea
like i used to,
writing stories and rhymes inside my head x2
put them to bed
put them to bed
just like I said
put them to bed
put them to bed
those words I said

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