| Say, say, say you’re gonna stay through the night
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| And keep me from the light
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| Cos it’s 3: 05
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| I gotta burn, burn, burn the selfish sound
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| Burn it to the ground
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| Like the flames licking at my hands
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| Let me make it, let me make it til tomorrow
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| Cos all I do is I choke when I swallow
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| These bigger pills with the sweet little bottle
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| Throw them back, back, back
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| Just like a certain sequence centred from the Bible
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| Being punished for dishing out the awful
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| The table’s turned now the plate is at my altar
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| Send it back, back, back
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| Two little kids who were bound by twine
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| She was 7 and he was 9
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| Took a long trip but chose the hardest way
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| Find each other when they’d both gone gray
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| When the morning fire comes ringing through the wires
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| I’ll sing it with a new voice
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| I know the words would be reflecting a switch in my direction
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| No more broken notes
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| I’m moving, I’m changing, I’m thinking, I’m groaning
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| I’m happy to report
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| Rewriting my history
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| Don’t worry, I’ll keep it short
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| But what we’re doing, what we’re doing to tomorrow
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| All we do is we take and we borrow
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| Digging deeper til the whole thing is hollow
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| Give it back, back, back
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| Just like a certain centred hero from the fable
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| He’s back to? |
| 7 days later
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| But God has turned now his love is on the table
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| He’s fighting back, back, back
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| Now we’re all grown up and the friendship’s stayed
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| We both agree it was worth the wait
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| But we’re a little bit battered and a tiny bit bruised
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| With a good last sleep they’re as good as new
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| And in the end when you’re reaching your last breath
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| And there is nothing left to see and there is no one to impress
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| Where will I end up, with the last thought in your head
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| I know where I would I be and it’s fading for my family
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| So hold on |