| last call, he was sick of it all
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| asleep at home
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| told you off and goodbye
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| well you know one day it’ll come to haunt you
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| that you didn’t tell him quite the truth
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| you’re a crisis, you’re an icicle
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| you’re a tongueless talker
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| you don’t care what you say
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| you’re a jaywalker and you just, just walk away
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| and that’s all you do the clap of the fading out sound of your shoes
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| made him wonder who he thought that he knew
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| last call, he was sick of it all
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| the endless stream of reminders
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| made him so sick of you, sick of you, sick of you
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| sick of your sound, sick of you coming around
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| trying to crawl under my skin
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| when I already shed my best defense
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| it comes out all around that you won
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| and I think I’m all done
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| you can switch me off safely
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| while I’m lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me yeah, yeah you’re still here but just check to make sure
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| all you aspired to do was endure
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| you can’t ask for more, ask for none
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| knowing you’ll never get that what you ask for
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| so you cast your shadow everywhere like the man in the moon
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| you start to drink you just want to continue
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| it’ll all be yester year soon
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| you start to drink you just want to continue
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| it’ll all be yester year soon
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| church bells and now I’m awakeand I guess it must be some kind of holiday
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| I can’t seem to join in the celebration
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| but I’ll go to the service and I’ll go to pray
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| and I’ll sing the praises of my maker’s name
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| like I was as good as she made me and I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me …
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| I’m lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me |