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Once a night, the bedroom light |
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Leads out from inside my window |
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Eyes white, |
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I keep out of sight |
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This city's just not pretty like it used to be |
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It's always a nightmare, it's never a dream |
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The promise we make to kill the days between |
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They live in the heartbeat and sleep till the light is gone |
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It's been so long |
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Feels like pins and needles in my heart |
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So longI can feel it tearing me apart |
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To the bed, the left unsaid |
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Crawl in from outside my window |
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Hands red and cold as the dead |
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A pity they're not pretty like they used to be |
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It's always a nightmare, it's never a dream |
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The promise we make to kill the days between |
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They live in the heartbeat and sleep till the light is gone |
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It's been so long |
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Feels like pins and needles in my heart |
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So longI can feel it tearing me apart |
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It's never a whisper, it's always a scream |
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The promise we make to kill the time between |
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They live in the heartbeat and sleep till the light is gone |
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It's been so long |
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Feels like pins and needles in my heart |
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So longI can feel it tearing me apart |
