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Everyone who's drinking is already drunk or sleeping |
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Everyone who isn't is just too political to talk to |
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Another summer evening and the city's barely breathing |
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It just ain't the same, just ain't the same without you |
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Without you, without you, without you |
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Without you, without you |
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It just ain't the same, just ain't the same |
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There ain't no magic in materials, the magic's in our words |
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That we whisper in each others ears to make diamonds outta dirt |
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There ain't glory in the silken things, the glory's in the hurt |
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That can split your skin from end to end, down the center of the earth |
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I said everyone who's drinking is already drunk or sleeping |
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Everyone who isn't is just too political to talk to |
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Another summer evening and the city's barely breathing |
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It just ain't the same, just ain't the same without you |
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I wasn't joking 'bout my burial, the backyard's where I prefer |
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But my landlord wouldn't like that, I gotta own a backyard first |
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So I'll keep singing y'all these spirituals and pray it lifts the curse |
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That keeps me chasing ghosts of dreams from funerals to birth in reverse |
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In reverse, in reverse, in reverse |
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In reverse, in reverse |
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That keeps me chasing ghosts of dreams from funerals to birth |
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In reverse |
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Everyone who's drinking is already drunk or sleeping |
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Everyone who isn't is just too political to talk to |
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Another summer evening and the city's barely breathing |
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It just ain't the same, just ain't the same without you |
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Without you, without you, without you |
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Without you, without you |
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It just ain't the same, just ain't the same |
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Without you |
