| The sofa is a broken elevator
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| Crashing through the floor in slow motion
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| And it never ever seems to stop at any landing
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| It just pushes everything on the way
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| And you’re there with your head on the armrest
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| Legs all tangled around mine
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| You’re like the worm punctured by the hook
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| And I’m the fish at the end of the line
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| It’s time to get up and walk home
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| But we still haven’t reached the ground
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| The pavement ain’t waiting for me
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| Guess we’ll be sleeping on the couch
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| There’s no better moment
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| There’s no better moment
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| There’s no better moment
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| The silence is surprisingly comfortable
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| This ain’t a situation to talk through anyway
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| And as the city’s pandemonium fades out
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| We’re left with the sound of our breath
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| It’s time to get up and walk home
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| But we still haven’t reached the ground
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| The pavement ain’t waiting for me
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| Guess we’ll be sleeping on the couch
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| There’s no better moment
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| There’s no better moment
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| There’s no better moment
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| No better time than now
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| Drifting through endless oceans
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| Cast the rod across the air
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| Cast the rod across the sky
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| We’re the beasts at the end of the line
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| End of the line |