| Another morning comes, we commit
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| Twenty-seven, nineteen
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| I can feel the pieces breaking
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| Like I’m in a slow dream
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| I’ve been moving 'round for days now
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| Every city the same
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| Your love, oh, I can feel it on me
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| It could ruin my day
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| Head rush
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| Touch me if you trust me
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| I got chill burn
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| I feel good about this
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| We get mixed up
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| Older than the sun before it
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| Gave up all this cold in winter
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| Another morning comes, we commit
|
| Twenty-seven, nineteen
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| I can feel the pieces breaking
|
| Like I’m in a slow dream
|
| I’ve been moving 'round for days now
|
| Every city the same
|
| Your love, oh, I can feel it on me
|
| It could ruin my day
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| No rest
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| Feel it in my chest but it’s the
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| Road less
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| Walked, but I’ve been driving into
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| Burnt grey
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| Smoke and oil and gravel
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| It’s the same way
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| Fever tends to travel
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| Another morning comes, we commit
|
| Twenty-seven, nineteen
|
| I can feel the pieces breaking
|
| Like I’m in a slow dream
|
| I’ve been moving 'round for days now
|
| Every city the same
|
| Your love, oh, I can feel it on me
|
| It could ruin my day
|
| Another morning comes, we commit
|
| Twenty-seven, nineteen
|
| I can feel the pieces breaking
|
| Like I’m in a slow dream
|
| I’ve been moving 'round for days now
|
| Every city the same
|
| Your love, oh, I can feel it on me
|
| It could ruin my day |