| The darkness was vague and indecipherable
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| So I stared at my clock radio
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| And it whispered to me you’re responsible
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| So I stared at my bedroom door
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| And the dim outlines it made
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| On into the kitchen I’ll fade
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| Where all the bottles and cans are out of the cupboards
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| Little whores in a bed of stains and crumbs
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| Well they whispered and they called me sailor
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| In livid sticky little graveyards
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| And my eyes turn to the windows of the dawn
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| That divided my world into something manageable
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| So it’s over now
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| All your (?)
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| Your friends
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| When you’re (?)
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| They say this is it
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| Well you know it never ends
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| So my shoes hit the street and ice and snow
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| And my soles scuff the sleet and salt and stone
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| You know when all our leaves were weeping there
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| Like little fish gasping for air
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| They’re climbing into lonely little homes
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| Trying to reach the surface
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| Persistent but ignorant
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| And I realized we’re no different
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| All of us here on the ground
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| Ghosts of some are unaware we’ve drowned
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| So it’s starting now
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| All your (?)
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| Your friends
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| When you’re (?)
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| They say this is the one
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| Well you know it always was |