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Nothing can change if you're spending your nights all alone. |
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Hit the ground, hit the pavement. |
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Nothing can wash the worry off your mother's face. |
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No one can say for certain what tomorrow brings, |
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is it clean or unworthy? |
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No, we can't rinse away this taste. |
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Well, I still love the way you feel. And I still love the way it feels. |
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Well, I still love the way she feels. Yeah, I still love the way... |
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Pointing to the moon. Shootin' in the clouds. |
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Everything I do... Elevated now. |
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I'm high as skyscrapers. |
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We're sick. |
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Well, there's nothing to be missed and while it's cold outside we're biting window frames. |
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We're sick. |
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And while there's nothing here to miss. |
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I know tomorrow brings more pain. |
