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I would bet you don't care |
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So I pray to the ether |
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I thought the city air would hear me whisper |
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When the blue expanse of morning comes |
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You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby |
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I don't break in icy blasts |
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I ache for the past, like a baby |
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A tourist in your head |
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I capture shining moments |
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To busy myself with whenever you're a jerk |
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When the blue expanse of morning comes |
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You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby |
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I don't break in icy blasts |
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I ache for the past, like a baby |
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This gnawing emptiness seeps in like a cold mist |
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Their touching approval feels so awful |
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When the blue expanse of morning comes |
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You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby |
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I don't break an icy blasts |
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I ache for the past, like a baby |
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But beauty's few and far between |
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Who knows what you have seen... |
