| wide awake at 4 in the morning
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| killing time on the blue highway
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| drag in the day like a body
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| burried the night under where i’d layed
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| on all the sides, the frost bites, a shadow creeping up on me
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| oh yeah, it’s like the club in my hand
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| it’s my favourite brand
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| and you’ve touched everyone
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| oh yeah, it’s like the back of your hand on the tip of my tongue
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| and it’s starting to get fun
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| kids say i didn’t see it coming
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| busy just plucking your burrs
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| i take long walkes cos they’re numbing
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| only wanna speak in code
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| on all sides, the frost bites, a shadow creeping up on me
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| oh yeah it’s like the club in my hand
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| it’s your favourite brand
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| and you’ve touched everyone
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| oh yeah it’s like the back of your hand on the tip of my tongue
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| and it’s starting to get fun
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| cut me up like a jigsaw, whole reflection cracked apart
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| like the lines on my hand or the map of a broken heart |