| Embracing the consequence of the things I do
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| Could we prove it if I stopped sleeping in the afternoon?
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| I’m awake for the midnight howl coyote croon
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| I’m awake when I meet the devil crawling in my room
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| He tells me
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| You’re gonna wake up the sun
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| You’re gonna hate what you’ve done
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| Now you’re gonna wake up the sun
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| You’re gonna hate what you’ve done
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| Embracing the final glimpse of a blood-red moon
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| Well lately I’ve been treating with the devil in blue
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| Well maybe if he cuts me loose I’ll get my days in hell back too
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| Maybe I’ll keep dreaming if I’m dreaming of you
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| Well the days are getting shorter
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| All your friends stopped coming over
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| And you’re losing your composure
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| You should sleep less, we should talk more
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| Now you’re gonna wake up the sun
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| Now you’re gonna hate what you’ve done |