| Run around the spiral
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| It’s our choice now
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| Up or down, the days can seem so long
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| Holy ghost, living with your voice now
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| But tonight, I’m sleeping with my television on
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| Come tomorrow there will be hell to pay and clouds across the sun
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| You were right, I’ve always been a sinner
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| You were right, I wasted all your time
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| You said it all, you drank too much at dinner
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| So tonight, I’m sleeping with my television on
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| Come tomorrow there will be hell to pay and clouds across the sun
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| You and I, baby we’re a broken record
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| Turn around, we’re making sound but only for the noise
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| And what if I could live like this but not forever?
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| And what if you could move the needle to a more forgiving song?
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| And what if this was never really broken all along?
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| But for tonight, I’m sleeping with my television on
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| I’m sleeping with my TV on
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| Yeah I don’t mind sleeping, not when there’s flash and buzz
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| The colors dance beneath my bedroom door
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| Yeah I don’t mind sleeping with my TV on
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| With my TV on
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| Come tomorrow, your signal in the silence 'til the dawn |