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I used to want the morning |
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You and me, just hanging around |
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But I can't shake this feeling off |
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Can't shake this dead weight off of my back |
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It's a troubled place we scale |
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But we just break it out |
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We give too much |
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Although it leaves you cold, oh |
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Got no place else to go |
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In a daze just hanging around |
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It's a dirt ground we crawl upon |
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I've stared at your face for much too long |
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It's a troubled place we scale |
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But we just break it out |
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Watch us give too much away |
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It leaves you cold, oh |
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Cold, oh cold |
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I used to want the morning |
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You and me, just hanging around |
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It's a troubled place we scale |
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Where we just wait it out |
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Watch us give too much away |
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And we just wait it out |
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And the words you meant to say |
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And the words I give away |
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Leaves you cold |
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Oh cold, oh cold, oh cold, oh |
