| Lost power in the apartment
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| And let yourself out
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| Bible black matching the darkness
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| From your neck down
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| Well-equipped for adjusted eyes
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| But dire come daylight
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| A waste of your best disguise
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| On morning’s eyesight
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| Killed the lights in your apartment
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| Day in, day out
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| Sank deep into the carpet
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| Where you’ve lost count
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| Losing thread over countless years
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| Inconsistent
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| With age in an aging mirror
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| Ultra silent
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| But you
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| There’s always something to prove
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| There’s always somewhere to be
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| I’m not the type to sound so rude
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| That’ll never be me
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| I’m just the bridge before the tunnel
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| You cross before blacking out
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| With folded arms, I’ll offer structure
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| To carry words that travel from your mouth
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| There’s always somewhere to move
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| There’s always something to be
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| But that somewhere’s on the floor
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| Beside the weight of your keys
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| I could say I’d spend the night
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| But I promise I’d be lying
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| On your Queen size set of standards
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| With my single set of sights
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| Lost power in the apartment
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| Day in, day out
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| Lost power in the apartment
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| Day in, day out
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| Lost power in the apartment
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| Day in, day out
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| Lost power in the apartment
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| Day in, day out |