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A city outside spins noise 'til three at night |
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The city inside my mind is silent after a wintery, nuclear night |
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But I am not alone for long |
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I am not alone for long |
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Everything is lighting up |
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Everyone is giving up |
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But I can not give you up |
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I can not give you up |
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I am sleeping in a cardboard box outside your old place |
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I am hiding in your bedroom, I am seventeen years old |
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And I have never seen anything as beautiful |
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Anything as beautiful |
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The electricity is screaming through my room |
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The lady's family is scowling at her mister and the groom |
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But he is not here alone |
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And she is not here alone |
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This whole worlds is caving in |
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It's a swirl and it smiles for you when you breathe it in |
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But I can not breathe you in |
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I can not breathe you in |
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I am writing from a hotel room in Casablanca |
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I am hiding in your bedroom, I am forty-eight years old |
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And I have never seen anything as beautiful |
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Anything as beautiful |
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This, this is not, this can not be happening, not to me |
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This is not happening, not to me |
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No this, this is not, this can not be happening, not to me |
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This is not happening, not to me |
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No |
