| You’ve been awake for hours
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| I’ve been awake for days
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| And I still feel like I’m asleep
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| Stuck inside an empty dream
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| Question if this is even real
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| A cliché way for me to feel
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| Unfinished messages to send
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| I told you I never want to end
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| I watched you break yourself in two
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| And try to give me half
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| And I seem to wonder what it takes to work
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| To make this last, oh
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| Only two more days to kill the mess we made
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| And give the lions something to hunt for
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| 'Cause now, the ace is played
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| The desks are under queen of spades
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| There’s nothing left for us to hope for
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| And I’d run to the furthest place I need to
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| Just to hear your laugh
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| 'Cause I need to find out
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| How it feels to be broken in two hearts
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| Oh, and do you think I run out on you now?
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| 'Cause we’re still young, if we pretend
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| Can we go back to where
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| Broken things only needed plasters to mend?
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| Let’s stay awake for hours
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| Just like we did back then
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| When you draw pictures on my hands
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| In permanent marker pen
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| We watch the sun go down
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| But never feel the end
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| 'Cause I know that fun and darkness
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| Are more than friends |