| When the smoke clears
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| And the flashing lights and neon signs all disappear
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| It’s like closing time and the sound of silence is all you hear
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| Cause everyone’s gone
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| Trying to make sense
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| Maybe I got a little lost and got a little wreckless
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| Trying to piece it all together while I’m standing in the middle of the wreckage
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| It’s all I’m left with
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| Burning both ends of the night just trying to find it Anything I could to get me higher
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| But when that high starts running out
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| What goes up must come down
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| Falling feels like flying til you hit the ground
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| Got a choice to choose
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| I should learn to win cause I sure as hell know how to lose
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| I spent most of my life caught inside a catch 22
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| Damned if I don’t, damned if I do
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| Burning both ends of the night just trying to find it Anything I could to get me higher
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| But when that high starts running out
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| What goes up must come down
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| Falling feels like flying til you hit the ground
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| Well I keep asking
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| Why I keep crashing
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| Burning both ends of the night just trying to find it Anything I could to get me higher
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| But when that high starts running out
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| What goes up must come down
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| Falling feels like flying til you hit the ground
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| Falling feels like flying til you hit the ground
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| Falling feels like flying til you hit the ground |