| Take a flask, get on the train
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| Aren’t you back and watch the rain
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| As it’s calling, calling
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| I’ll shove the demons to the left
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| Spinning stones around my head
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| Won’t stop turning, turning?
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| And I can’t see in this city night
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| Seems all is getting small
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| Then when i’ve been here before
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| Late in the night theres a morning light
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| The hour seem left out of the mind
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| Oh no. |
| And I’m calling, calling
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| Call this, no surprise
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| Can’t cure my appetite
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| We forget how we flow la la la
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| Aren’t you satisfied? |
| There’s no reason to try
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| Can’t cure my appetite
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| I’ll pace around this kitchen floor
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| Like a several times before
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| I’ll be stolen, stolen
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| Until the god here on my right
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| Gives thing, got to look resigned
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| Just stop talking, talking
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| Saved by the taste of the bands and breaks
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| It all is getting small
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| Once more, for all time sake
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| Under the quote, of the date and age
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| Just the way you made
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| Try to make your way oh
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| And I’m calling, calling
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| Call this, no surprise
|
| Can’t cure my appetite
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| We forget how we flow la la la
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| Aren’t you satisfied? |
| There’s no reason to try
|
| Can’t cure my appetite
|
| Call this, no surprise
|
| Can’t cure my appetite
|
| We forget how we flow la la la
|
| Aren’t you satisfied? |
| There’s no reason to try
|
| Can’t cure my appetite
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| Can’t cure my appetite
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| Can’t cure my appetite
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| Can’t cure my appetite |