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Maybe these are stranded words For I cannot complain And the riot at the sunset Paints the colour of the rain I built my days on consequence And now nothing's ringing true But tonight, I need you The air, it feels like spring again It always clears my thoughts Like the saints become the sinners The haves become the nots Have I shown you enough of me? You know yourself can be so hard to be And tonight, I need you I need you I need you I need you Ooo From Letras Mania