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First thing that you notice |
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Is the light across the floor |
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But when you wake on all-four's |
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You want to close the door |
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No new reflection |
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That shines when you're alone |
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And all the time you lost |
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Will eat you more and more |
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And all the time you wanted |
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Doesn't want you anymore |
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In sand |
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Living man |
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Blue day |
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Blue day |
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Isn't it strange |
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When you see the new sun standing |
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With a head of cold |
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You split the coin to save it |
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In fear of growing lone |
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Took someone else's face |
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And vanished into air |
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And if you finish this |
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There's never ending stairs |
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And the cold you get |
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Will be the best arrest you've had |
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In sand |
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Living man |
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Blue day |
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Blue day |
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Isn't it strange |
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A change in your escape |
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Would turn the leaking head |
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A change in your escape |
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Will follow you to bed |
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In sand |
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Living man |
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Blue day |
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Blue day |
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Isn't it strange |