| Blacking in and out in a strange flat in east London
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| Somebody I don’t really know just gave me something
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| To help settle me down and to stop me from always thinking about you
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| And you know your life is heading in a questionable direction
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| When you’re up for days with strangers and you can’t remember anything
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| Except the way you sounded when you told me you didn’t know what I should do
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| It’s a long road up to recovery from here
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| A long way back to the light
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| A long road up to recovery from here
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| A long way to making it right
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| And I’ve been waking in the morning just like every other day
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| And just like every boring blues song I get swallowed by the pain
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| And so I fumble for your figure in the darkness just to make it go away
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| But you’re not lying there any longer
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| And I know that that’s my fault
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| So I’ve been pounding on the floor and
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| I’ve been crawling up the walls
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| And I’ve been dipping in my darkness with Serotonin-boosters
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| Cider and some kind of smelling salts!
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| It’s a long road up to recovery from here
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| A long way back to the light
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| A long road up to recovery from here
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| A long way to making it right
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| And on the first night we met you said, «Well darling, let’s make a deal
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| If anybody ever asks us let’s just tell them that we met in jail.»
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| And that’s the story that I’m sticking to like a stony-faced accomplice
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| But tonight I need to hear some truth if I’m ever getting through this
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| Yeah you once sent me a letter that said, «If you’re lost at sea
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| Close your eyes and catch the tide my dear and only think of me»
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| Well, darling, now I’m sinking, and I’m as lost as lost can be
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| And I was hoping you could drag me up from down here towards my recovery
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| If you could just give me a sign, just a subtle little glimmer
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| Some suggestion that you’d have me if I could only make me better
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| Then I would stand a little stronger as I walk a little taller
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| All the time
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| Because I know you are a cynic
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| But I think I can convince you
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| Yeah, cause broken people can get better if they really want to
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| Or at least that’s what I have to tell myself if I am hoping to
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| Survive!
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| It’s a long road up to recovery from here
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| A long way back to the light
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| A long road up to recovery from here
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| A long way to making it right
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| Darling, sweet lover, won’t you help me to recover?
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| Darling, sweet lover, won’t you help me to recover?
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| Darling, sweet lover, won’t you help me to recover?
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| Darling, sweet lover, one day this will all be over |