| I had a dream
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| We were sipping whiskey neat
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| Highest floor, the Bowery
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| And I was high enough
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| Somewhere along the lines
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| We stopped seeing eye to eye
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| You were staying out all night
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| And I had enough
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| No, I don’t wanna know
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| Where you been or where you’re going
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| But I know I won’t be home
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| And you’ll be on your own
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| Who’s gonna walk you to the dark side of the morning?
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| Who’s gonna rock you when the sun won’t let you sleep?
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| Who’s waking up to drive you home when you’re drunk and all alone?
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| Who’s gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
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| It ain’t me…
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| The world around is crumbling
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| The girl I love is mumbling
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| My name into the night
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| I can hear her voice is stumbling
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| From vowel to consonant and vowel and so far forward
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| Until our lungs are empty and our hope is quartered
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| Our days are limited
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| But every moment that we share
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| Is an eternity of happiness
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| The wind blows through your hair
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| The memories of hard times
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| The memories of good
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| Are forgotten in a moment
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| I feel so misunderstood
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| Everybody watching that is why I wear a hood
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| The storm—it will be over soon
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| So I can take it down
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| I see you in my future,
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| I see you in my future,
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| If I keep saying this then maybe it will happen sooner
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| The storm makes me colder,
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| The world makes me older
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| Every single day I’m walking closer to a closure
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| Whether it be you, or the voices in my head,
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| Or the unforgiving feeling
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| That one day I will be dead
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| Who’s gonna walk you to the dark side of the morning?
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| Who’s gonna rock you when the sun won’t let you sleep?
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| Who’s waking up to drive you home when you’re drunk and all alone?
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| Who’s gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
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| It ain’t me… |