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Woke up this morning at 11:11 |
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Wasn't in Portand and I wasn't in heaven |
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Could have been either by the way I was feeling |
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But I was alive, I was alive |
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I was alive |
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Woke up this morning at 11:11 |
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John was half-naked and Lulu was crying |
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Over a baby that will never go crazy |
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And I was alive and kicking |
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Through this cruel world |
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Holding a notion of you at 11:11 |
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Tell me what else can I do |
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What else can I do |
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Woke up this morning and something was burning |
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Realized that everything really does happen in Manhattan |
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Thoughts were of characters and afternoons lying |
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And you, you were alive |
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Oh the hours we are separate |
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11:11 is just precious time we've wasted |
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So patch up your bleeding hearts |
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And put away your posies |
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I'm gonna have a drink |
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Before we ring around the rosies with you |
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Oh the hours we are separate |
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Oh the hours we are separate |
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11:11 |
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11:11 |
