| Go to sleep, nothing’s changing
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| I’ll be right here by your side
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| Break the teens, colours fading
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| In the stillness of the night
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| You’re thick-skinned, but it seems
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| You’re hiding in daydreams
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| Can’t find our way to the light
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| And when this routine ends, through nights and weekends
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| we’ll see daylight through the blinds
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| Drifting in a cold state, the glowing cracks of old days
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| Bodies slack and pressed beneath the hour in your eyes
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| Fingernails and cold skin, your parent’s bed we lay in Arms outstretched to emptiness; |
| the space you’ve left behind
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| Go to sleep, nothing’s changing
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| I’ll be right here by your side
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| Tear the seams, we’re not aging
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| Beneath these trembling star-lit skies
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| You’re thick-skinned, but you know
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| It’s beyond our control
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| Shadows gleaming in our eyes
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| Been living a past dear, be free from those dull years
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| And we’ll see daylight through the blinds |