| Where did you sleep last night?
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| It was a cold, cold morning
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| Sunrise, stoking the coals
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| A couple of clowns still toking
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| And all the well-known skeletons
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| Are singing the same old requiems
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| Late in the evening in the bluest blue
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| Only way to paint two lovers
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| I’m shit out of luck but I’m stuck on you
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| One sad sappy fucker
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| And all the well-known chemicals
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| Are reeling me in now, letting go
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| And time’s still standing still
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| And I’m still sitting on the windowsill
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| No talking, big thinking
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| There was something here that’s faded away
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| I want to stop this scary feeling that these
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| These silhouettes had faces and names
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| But instead there’s a chorus of strangers like a
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| A deck of cards in the back of my brain
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| And I’m stuck here with this hollow idea that when
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| When some things break they can never change
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| They never change
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| Where did you sleep last night?
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| I can feel my shoulders shudder
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| Stars shine their slivers of time
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| Telling all their tales of wonder
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| And all the well-known skeletons
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| Are singing the same old requiems
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| And time’s still standing still
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| And I’m still sitting on the windowsill
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| No talking, big thinking
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| There was something here that’s faded away
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| I want to stop this scary feeling that these
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| These silhouettes had faces and names
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| But instead there’s a chorus of strangers like a
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| A deck of cards in the back of my brain
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| And I’m stuck here with this hollow idea that when
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| When some things break they can never change
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| They never change
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| They never change |