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| the night I’m over a room full of thumbtacks
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| Nothing hits harder than a day without light
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| With you at the fall from brighter days flying by
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| Nothing hits harder than a day without light
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| So throw out your change through the eye of a needle
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| Drop the gun, turn and run away
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| We sailed in to stay, place of backward colours
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| Tangled up in a net not knowing what’s wrong or right
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| Sinking down to the debt as good goes floating goes floating by
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| Nothing hits harder than a day without light
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| So throw out your change through the eye of a needle
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| Drop the gun, turn and run away
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| Putting words in my mouth
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| Thank yous are never see through
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| Shooting backwards arrows
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| Don’t sleep it never pays
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| Drop the gun
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| Drop the gun
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| Drop the gun, turn and run away, turn and run away
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| Drop the gun, turn and run away, turn and run away
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| the night I’m over a room full of thumbtacks
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| Nothing hits harder than a day without light
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| With you at the fall from brighter days flying by
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| Nothing hits harder than a day without light
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| Drop the gun, turn and run away, turn and run away
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| Drop the gun, turn and run away, turn and run away |