| Late at night, I lie awake, staring down a barrel
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| Hands tied and something keeps holding on to me
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| Dreaming up an SOS to send you in a bottle
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| Saying life is complicated and should have said some more
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| Shoals of kids on liquid streets, praying for tomorrow
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| Trying to find the ground now their feet don’t touch the floor
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| Looking at a future they must beg, steal or borrow
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| You told them life was complicated, you could have told them more
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| Face to face
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| Keep staring but this shit won’t change
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| And it wears you down
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| And while we wait, some things are always left too late
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| Where are we now?
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| Late at night, I lie awake, staring down a barrel
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| Deadweight as something keeps holding on to me
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| Thinking up an SOS to send you in a bottle
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| Saying life is complicated and should have said some more
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| Rings of kids on diamond streets, paying for tomorrow
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| Looking for the ground, now all hope is on the floor
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| Tell them what the future holds and bring them out this sorrow
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| You told them life was complicated, you could have told them more
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| Face to face
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| Keep staring but this shit won’t change
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| And it wears you down
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| And while you wait some things are always left too late
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| Where are we now?
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| Where are we now?
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| Where are we now?
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| Where are we now?
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| Where are we now? |