| Wake, wake and the moment’s gone
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| Wake, wake and the moment’s gone
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| Wake, wake and the moment’s gone
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| Wake, wake and the moment’s gone
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| And then the door bell rings
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| Somebody asks you
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| Could you spare a little time
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| To feel the weight that’s mine
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| To lower down your guard
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| Yeah that your heart gets snagged
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| Caught in the wheels and dust dragged
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| Dangled o’er the edge
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| Breathe
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| You feel you’re in too deep
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| So offer up some crumb and drop it in the tin
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| Then slither back within
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| Your crenulated wealth
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| Your educated self
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| Your family, your rude health
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| And all the joy it brings
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| And aren’t we forgetting something?
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| Feet out on the ledge, feet out on the ledge,
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| Breathe, Breathe, Breathe, Breathe…
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| And in the heat of noon
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| It finds you like some dog
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| Got parked up in a field
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| Medically sealed
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| Scratching at the wind shield
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| And howling at the glass
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| And anyone might walk past
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| Were you not aware?
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| Were you not aware?
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| Were you not aware?
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| Breathe… |