| Morning lights don’t scratch my eyes
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| Just let me wash up on the shore
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| I used to have the strangest dreams
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| But they don’t come here anymore
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| My duvet’s laid out like an (outless) with stains to mark the borderlines
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| Indentations in my pillow I hope won’t fade with time
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| Smoke the roach left in the ashtray on which I choked the night before
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| Stuck my toes under a clothes like mountain ranges on the floor.
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| I pick my way through crusty dishes and their greasy chemistry
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| I washed two cups and the remember that you’ve left already.
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| I let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony
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| And just when I found my calling, it’s another mourning morning
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| The say the devil’s in the detail
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| I’m gonna blow my eyes instead
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| I put my memories in a landscape where only reckless angels (tray)
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| I watch the fingerprints you left like a secret code upon my skin
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| And I remember when you told me a guilded crown won’t make a king
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| I really want you to stay but I know you have to go
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| I really want you to stay but sometimes it doesn’t show
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| I really want you to stay but I know you have to go
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| I really want you to stay let the conversation flow
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| I really want you to stay but I know you have to go
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| I really want you to stay but sometimes it doesn’t show
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| I really want you to stay but I know you have to go, have to go again
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| I let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony
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| And just when I found my calling, it’s another mourning morning
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| I really want you to stay but I know you have to go (X7)
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| have to go again |