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A night turns to daylight |
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Daylight brakes you |
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You feel lost and lonely |
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Your thoughts betrayed you |
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It isn't the first time |
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It won't be the last |
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This crushed up feeling |
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Has a place on my crime |
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Close your eyes |
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The curtains that you like |
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Push them away, it's ok |
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Kill the day |
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And day turns to nighttime |
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And the nighttime makes you |
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You use a playwright pony |
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Your thoughts remake you |
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It isn't the first time |
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It won't be the last |
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This crushed up feeling |
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Has a place on my crime |
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Close your eyes |
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The curtains that you like |
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Push them away, it's ok |
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Kill the day |
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Close your eyes |
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The curtains that you like |
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Push them away, it's ok |
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Kill the day |
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Hates youBrakes you |
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Hates youBrakes you |
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Close your eyes |
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The curtains that you like |
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Push them away, it's ok |
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Kill the day |
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Close your eyes |
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The curtains that you like |
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Push them away, it's ok |
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Kill the day |
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Close your eyes |
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The curtains that you like |
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Push them away, it's ok |
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Kill the day |
