| It’s getting pretty late
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| And I’ve got sleep to chase
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| I wonder if I’m in your good graces today
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| I’m television blue
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| In the window to your room
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| You’d think I might have better
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| Things that I could do
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| I’m sleeping in the same clothes
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| Falling into black holes
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| Watching you
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| I’m moving right behind
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| While every single night I crawl to you
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| I keep chasing the same ghosts
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| These sheets are full of black holes
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| Watching you
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| I’m moving right behind
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| While every single night I crawl to you
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| You don’t know the half
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| You don’t know the truth
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| And you don’t know the things that
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| You’re putting me through'
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| You rarely ever kiss
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| But I love it when you tell
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| Me everything you want of me
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| In sickness and health
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| I’m sleeping in the same clothes
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| Falling into black holes
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| Watching you
|
| I’m moving right behind
|
| While every single night I crawl to you
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| I keep chasing the same ghosts
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| These sheets are full of black holes
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| Watching you
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| I’m moving right behind
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| While every single night I fall for you
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| Every night I sleep walk
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| Every sleep I night crawl
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| Every time I feel the fire burning
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| Underneath my eyes
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| It’s getting pretty late
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| And I’ve got sleep to chase
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| I wonder if I’m in your good graces today
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| I’m sleeping in the same clothes
|
| Falling into black holes
|
| Watching you
|
| I’m moving right behind
|
| While every single night I crawl to you
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| I keep chasing the same ghosts
|
| These sheets are full of black holes
|
| Watching you
|
| I’m moving right behind
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| While every single night I fall for you
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| Every night I sleep walk
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| Every sleep I night crawl
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| Every time I feel the fire burning
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| Underneath my eyes |