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A million to one outsiders |
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Nightblindness |
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Can't see |
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Your bright eyes are what |
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The time is |
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Twenty five past eternity |
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Hear you listening |
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To the silence |
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Coming closer |
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Now further away |
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(Chorus) |
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What we gonna do |
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When the money runs out |
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I wish that there was something left to say |
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Where we going to find the eyes to see |
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The bright of day |
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I'm sick of all the same romances |
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Lost chances |
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Cold storms |
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Propping mountains up |
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On matchsticks |
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Dragging baskets |
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Full of bones |
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And honey please don't stop |
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Your talking |
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'Cause there's a feeling |
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Won't leave me alone |
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What we gonna do |
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When the money runs out |
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I wish that there was something I could say |
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How we going to find the eyes to see |
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The bright of day? |
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What we gonna do |
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When the money runs out |
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I wish that there was something left to say |
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How we going to find the eyes to see |
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The bright of day? |
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The bright of day |
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The bright of day |
