| All that’s between us and the sky
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| Fire glass and dusty blinds
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| So I scrawled your name, then mine
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| Just to see them side by side
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| Your boss is pulling out his hair
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| If he only knew why you’re not there
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| Bells and hammers break the waking day
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| As sobriety carries its chains
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| And you look into my eyes
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| And say you’re through with that disguise
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| As it’s strewn beside your bed
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| You vow to never pull it on again
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| I thought I’d be a hermit forever
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| Can it still be so?
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| As long as we are together
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| You’re like fire to pine
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| All the world’s behind those eyes
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| As clocks quake and crumble in the piles
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| Think we’re the only ones left alive
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| All rules seem strange and false
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| Each hour gone, out there seems more wrong
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| I’m afraid we’ve been inside for days
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| And our fear, sobriety awaits
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| As I look into your eyes
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| I wonder when we last dined on engagements
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| We never made, just threw them away
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| With one embrace
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| All these rules have somehow passed
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| All the cracks in the window glass
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| I’ll kiss it off
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| The drunk off three nights
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| So savor these firework shards while they fly
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| All these firework shards while they cry
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| I thought I’d be a hermit forever
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| Can it still be so?
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| For now, we are together
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| Thought I’d be a hermit forever
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| Can it still be so?
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| For now, we are together |