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Checking in every morning |
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To the sound of steam and caffeine |
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The sludge in the bottom of the cup |
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Just like the sludge in the stream |
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Slag heap keep growing higher |
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Every morning the sky, it's on fire |
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And it's only 9 am again |
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Is there an upside to every downside? |
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Keep it inside, it's a downward slide of broken glass |
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Keeps building in piles |
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And i don't know |
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I don't know if the sun ever smiles |
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It's the black sheets of rain |
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Following me again |
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Everywhere i go |
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Everywhere i've been |
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Following me again |
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I feel the toxins fill my blood stream as i'm walking through the parking lot |
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Over and over and over and over and over and over |
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The clouds hanging over |
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Choking the life out of me |
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The motto seems to be |
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'we work in order to be free' |
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It's the black sheets of rain |
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Following me again |
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Everywhere i go |
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Everywhere i've been |
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Following me again |
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Over and over and over and over and over and over again |
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Where were you in my hour of need |
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(i never see the sun stop shining) |
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The clouds roll over the sunlight |
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(someone stopped the sun from shining) |
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And i stand here, ready to bleed |
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(i never see the sun stop shining) |
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A little rain is all we need |
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(someone stopped the sun from shining) |
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Where will you be in my darkest hour of need? |
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(i never see the sun stop shining) |
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Where will you be in my darkest hour of need? |
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(someone stopped the sun) |
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Here it comes again |
