| I would bet you don’t care
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| So I pray to the ether
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| I thought the city air would hear me whisper
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| When the blue expanse of morning comes
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| You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby
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| I don’t break in icy blasts
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| I ache for the past, like a baby
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| A tourist in your head
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| I capture shining moments
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| To busy myself with whenever you’re a jerk
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| When the blue expanse of morning comes
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| You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby
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| I don’t break in icy blasts
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| I ache for the past, like a baby
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| This gnawing emptiness seeps in like a cold mist
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| Their touching approval feels so awful
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| When the blue expanse of morning comes
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| You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby
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| I don’t break an icy blasts
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| I ache for the past, like a baby
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| But beauty’s few and far between
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| Who knows what you have seen… |