| Pack the morning up it’s gone away
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| Everybody here is wide awake
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| I’m addicted to your aging face
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| Little deaths and little lives replaced
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| Seize the back me ups and climb the stairs
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| Fraction of the man who didnt care…
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| Idols are the parks designed for weak
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| You and me and me and you and me
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| All the former fathers re-appear
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| Try to find a space close to hear
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| Place the bruises up inside the clocks
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| This is hard and then this is not…
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| Leave me standing with my lady’s death
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| Housing up the holes like we’re a breath
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| Guess the night pretends to be asleep
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| You and me and me and you and me |