You're the night, Lilah, a little girl lost in the woods
You're a folk tale, the unexplainable
You're a bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed
And I hope you're waiting for me, 'cause I can make it on my own
I can make it on my own
It's too dark to see the landmarks, I don't want your good luck charms
I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars
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