| It’s always 3am in your world
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| So I’m drinking this as if I hadn’t slept
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| Telling stories which tell their stories themselves
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| You didn’t even hear them
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| I thought to somewhere else
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| As long as I go somewhere, you’ll still be trying to see
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| As long as I go somewhere, you’ll still be trying
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| As long as I go somewhere, you’ll still by lying to me As long as I go somewhere
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| If you’re so sure that you don’t need love
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| Only this is if I hadn’t slept
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| As laughter smiles back in your direction
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| But you’re protected by the smoke from your cigarette
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| Then you tried
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| To hold my hand
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| Under the table
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| But it’s far too vague
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| To be meaningful
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| As long as I go somewhere, you’ll still be trying to see
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| As long as I go somewhere, every night has a hold over me As long as I go somewhere, you’ll still by lying to me As long as I go somewhere
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| And you held me like I was a shadow
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| But completely without any mystery
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| And you compared me to a shadow
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| Which in itself is some kind of victory |