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Road Eyes |
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Annie, everyone around us looks ghostly |
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Now we're getting ready to go to sleep |
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So we can get tomorrow's hours early |
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Sunlight, counting out the days of our half-lives |
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Leading each and every thing out in time |
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Every thing about it's too ghostly |
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Chorus |
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Annie, everything around moves so slowly |
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Anything could happen, if only |
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It's so real |
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That's right, water flows around us by starlight |
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Morning comes and everyone's out of sight |
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No-one wants to hang around early |
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Taking time, writing out the dates all our friends die |
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Waiting out to live in what's after life |
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Every second everything's ghostly |
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Chorus |
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Annie, everything around moves so slowly |
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Anything could happen, if only |
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The stories lied |
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Every second everything else conspires |
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But anything could happen in your life |
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Road Eyes |
