| Every Saturday, I wait for the footfalls in the hall
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| Mother Mary at the wings and the ocean is upon us
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| Still wanna steal, run nowhere out here, nothing moves at all
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| Wood smoke, Joan and Quran, we light up by the loadin' sun
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| Every night, I count the cracks up on the backroom wall
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| Fall into the fault line when I reach across to you
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| 'Cause even when you’re here
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| It’s like there’s no else around
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| I’m sleepin' on my tears
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| I’m burnin' all my candles down, oh
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| Gemstone, I remember when the spark went flat
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| Wafer thin and you were singin' in your midnight black
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| Every night, I count the cracks up on the backroom wall
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| Fall into the fault line when I reach across to you
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| 'Cause even when you’re here
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| It’s like there’s no else around
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| I’m sleepin' on my tears
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| I’m burnin' all my candles down, oh
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| I stand at ceremony while the ship sinks
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| I put the iceberg in my tall drink
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| I’m waiting at the door like a lone pine
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| Talkin' 'bout the war at the hotel
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| I stand at ceremony while the ship sinks
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| I put the iceberg in my tall drink
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| I’m waiting at the door like a lone pine
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| Talkin' 'bout the war through the night
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| Seems life ain’t all comin' down or leavin'
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| Filled with nothin' for no one to believe in
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| 'Cause even when you’re here
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| It’s like there’s no else around
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| I’m sleepin' on my tears
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| I’m burnin' all my candles down, oh |