| Television flashes at 4 am
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| And it’s beating on my eyelids like the Mob…
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| But I can’t turn it off. |
| So I just turn it up
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| So the darkness and the silence don’t
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| Work me over from the inside with my thoughts
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| And I can’t turn 'em off
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| I’m like a faucet that leaks leaving rust stains in your sink
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| I’m like a wine glass sitting on a wedding dress
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| I am ready and willing to make a mess
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| And it’s hurricane season
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| As if I ever need a reason
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| So how do you live with that?
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| How do you live with that?
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| How do you live with that?
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| With that
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| And my alarm clock’s working at 5 pm
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| And it’s towing in my headache like a train
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| But I can’t pull the switch so I just stay on track
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| And I roll in to the nighttime with a drink
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| Some conversation won’t ever go away
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| And I can’t go away
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| I’m like a faucet that leaks leaving rust stains in your sink
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| I’m like a wine glass sitting on a wedding dress
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| I am ready and willing to make a mess
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| And it’s hurricane season
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| As if I ever need a reason
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| So how do you live with that?
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| How do you live with that?
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| How do you live with that?
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| With that
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| Television flashes at 4 am
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| And it’s beating on my eyelids like the Mob… |