sometimes the unexplained can define you.
There's a kind of emptiness that can fill you.
There's a kind of hunger that can eat you up.
There's a cold and darker side of the moonlight.
An' there's a lonely side of love.
With you here, baby, I am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, baby, I am hanging by a thread.
There's a kind of hunger that can eat you up.
There's a cold and darker side of the moonlight.
An' there's a lonely side of love.
With you here, baby, I am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, baby, I am hanging by a thread.
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I love Nickel Creek.
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