| A city outside spins noise 'til three at night
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| The city inside my mind is silent after a wintery, nuclear night
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| But I am not alone for long
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| I am not alone for long
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| Everything is lighting up
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| Everyone is giving up
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| But I can not give you up
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| I can not give you up
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| I am sleeping in a cardboard box outside your old place
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| I am hiding in your bedroom, I am seventeen years old
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| And I have never seen anything as beautiful
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| Anything as beautiful
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| The electricity is screaming through my room
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| The lady’s family is scowling at her mister and the groom
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| But he is not here alone
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| And she is not here alone
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| This whole worlds is caving in
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| It’s a swirl and it smiles for you when you breathe it in
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| But I can not breathe you in
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| I can not breathe you in
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| I am writing from a hotel room in Casablanca
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| I am hiding in your bedroom, I am forty-eight years old
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| And I have never seen anything as beautiful
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| Anything as beautiful
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| This, this is not, this can not be happening, not to me
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| This is not happening, not to me
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| No this, this is not, this can not be happening, not to me
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| This is not happening, not to me
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| No |