| Wake up
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| It’s Sunday, spent the weekend getting high
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| Wondering
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| Can you feel if it’s a sunset or a sunrise?
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| People 'round here want love so bad
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| They don’t care if you’re faking it
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| If it feels fugazi, there’s no changing
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| There’s no mistaking
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| You only call me on the telephone
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| 'Cause I can’t see the lies written on your face
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| Your secrets know that place
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| You only find me in the night
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| When I can’t look in your eyes and ask you «stay»
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| Do you feel this way?
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| You know
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| When things are simple, they get hard
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| And I know
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| With difficulties, we ain’t ever made it far
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| People 'round here want love so bad
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| They don’t care if you’re faking it
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| If it feels fugazi, there’s no changing
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| There’s no mistaking
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| You only call me on the telephone
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| 'Cause I can’t see the lies written on your face
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| Your secrets know that place
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| You only find me in the night
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| When I can’t look in your eyes and ask you «stay»
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| Do you feel this way?
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| Just tell me again why you’re leaving
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| Second-guessing myself
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| What I want and what I need are two very different things |