| Hear your heartbeat
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| Beat a frantic pace
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| And it's not even seven AM
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| You're feeling the rush of anguish settling
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| You cannot help showing them in
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| So hurry up then
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| Or you'll fall behind and
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| And they will take control of you
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| And you need to heal the hurt behind your eyes
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| Fickle words crowding your mind
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| So
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| Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
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| Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
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| Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
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| And carry you over to a new morning
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| Try as you might
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| You try to give it up
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| Seems to be holding on fast
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| It's hand in your hand
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| A shadow over you
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| A beggar for soul in your face
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| Still it don't matter if you won't listen
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| If you won't let it follow you
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| You just need to heal
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| Make good all your lies
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| Move on and don't look behind
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| So
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| Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
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| Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
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| Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
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| And carry you over to a new morning
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| Day after day
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| Fickle visions messing with your head
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| Fickle, vicious
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| Sleeping in your bed
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| Messing with your head
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| Fickle visions
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| Fickle, vicious
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| Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
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| Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
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| Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
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| And carry you over to a new morning |