| Reach out
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| For I cannot recall
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| Blurred nights, hands like ice
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| Spinning bathroom walls
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| And every soulless face
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| Seems to me a drowning fate
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| «Cut slow,» they say
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| Think of a better way to count your hours
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| There’s a problem with the sky tonight
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| And we’ve been wondering where you are
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| In separate corners so that eyes can shine
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| And make a party out of every night
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| There’s a problem with the sky tonight
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| And we’ve been wondering where you are
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| In separate corners so that eyes can shine
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| And make a party out of every night
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| And don’t talk
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| For every word turns cold
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| Jump back what you’re best at
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| Keep buying what I’m sold
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| And every sickened stare
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| Draws from me a steaming glare (a steaming glare)
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| What words you say
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| Think of a better way to flaunt your hours
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| There’s a problem with the sky tonight
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| And we’ve been wondering where you are
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| In separate corners so that eyes can shine
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| And make a party out of every night
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| There’s a problem with the sky tonight
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| And we’ve been wondering where you are
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| In separate corners so that eyes can shine
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| And make a party out of every night
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| Wake me up
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| For a never-ending cycle scares me
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| Pull me off
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| Of this night I hate but keep repeating
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| Wake me up
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| For a never-ending cycle scares me
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| Pull me off
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| Of this night I hate but keep repeating
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| There’s a problem with the sky tonight
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| And we’ve been wondering where you are
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| In separate corners so that eyes can shine
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| And make a party out of every night
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| There’s a problem with the sky tonight
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| And we’ve been wondering where you are
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| In separate corners so that eyes can shine
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| And make a party out of every night
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| Hear the sound of our own hearts breaking
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| Keep our thoughts as to what we’re drinking
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| Fear the sound of our own lungs breathing
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| Keep our thoughts as to what we’re drinking
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| There’s a problem with the sky tonight |