| Then there’s a backstreet got a backseat, child I’m cold
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| My head over water
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| This world can try to keep me
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| Glass presence on the shore
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| And you’re not even leaving
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| I’ve forgotten why I called
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| Machines can keep me breathing
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| But the better sign is one
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| Look at me, look at me, I’ve awoken
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| Since the day I’ve never called
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| Look at me, look at me, I’ve awoken
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| Since the day I’ve never called
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| Pieces of my casket
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| With guns over order
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| Leaving not to say goodbye
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| The light inside your bones
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| Look at me, look at me, I’ve awoken
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| Since the day I’ve never called
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| Look at me, look at me, I’ve awoken
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| Since the day I’ve never called
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| Living as a halfway house
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| I hope that man, I croak
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| Waiting to be found alive
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| Oh high, inside your home
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| Look at me, look at me, I’ve awoken
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| Since the day I’ve never called
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| Look at me, look at me, I’ve awoken
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| Since the day I’ve never called |