| I woke up in Japan
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| Feeling low, feeling lonely
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| The best I ever had
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| It was more than half empty
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| I woke up in Japan
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| Feeling low, feeling lonely
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| The best I ever had
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| It was more than half empty
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| It was more than just a neon weekend
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| Like slipping through the first wound, cutting
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| Spreading out like the morning news
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| From the day before
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| Falling fast, breathing slow
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| Time is up, the end is just a dream
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| Just a dream
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| I woke up in Japan
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| Feeling low, feeling lonely
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| The best I ever had
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| It was more than half empty
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| It’s enough to let the night let go of me
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| A few steps into the open doorway
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| Heard pounding, there’s a noise complaint
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| From room 304
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| Falling fast, breathing slow
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| Time is up, the end is just a dream
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| Just a dream
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| I woke up in Japan
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| Feeling low, feeling lonely
|
| The best I ever had
|
| It was more than half empty
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| I woke up in Japan
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| Feeling low, feeling lonely
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| The best I ever had
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| It was more than half empty
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| I woke up in Japan, woah
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| I woke up in Japan, woah |