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The angels sing of someone coming down |
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To wake us from a sleep |
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this broken tv wont shut off again |
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Must be some sort of sign for us |
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That things are going to change |
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Its hard to dream |
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Well you'll try hard |
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In this half hearted city |
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You sleep alone |
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Its hard to dream |
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With your heart closed |
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Its only a matter of time |
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Before we fade out |
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The phone is ringing in my head again |
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I'm too scared to pick up |
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For fear that this is the call I've been waiting for |
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Could be some sort of sign for me |
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That its time for me to change |
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Its hard to dream |
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Well you'll try hard |
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In this half hearted city |
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You sleep alone |
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Its hard to dream |
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With your heart closed |
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Its only a matter of time |
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Before we fade out |
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Its the turning off |
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That happens every night |
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And if we dont stop soon |
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We will never wake up again |
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Computers lie |
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They keep us in our lives |
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If im paranoid |
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Its because they're watching us |
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The phone is tapped |