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It starts in the morning |
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The night hawk still soaring |
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Bed sheets need washing |
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The radio talking |
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The last thing she said was |
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Don't go to bed |
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In silence |
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Silence |
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How we going to live this over |
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When we're through |
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Making do |
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How we going to live this over |
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When we're through |
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Destroy You |
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Through curtain spills streetlight |
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The slow burn of midnight |
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Elbows and knees touch |
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And somehow it seems just like |
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The last thing she said was |
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Don't go to bed |
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In silence |
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Silence |
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How we going to live this over |
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When we're through |
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Making do |
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How we going to live this over |
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When we're through |
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Destroy you |
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It's the easiest route to follow |
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Making due |
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Destroy you |
