| The things I’ve had that I let go
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| What you don’t know
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| I might get out in the end
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| It’s time I made amends
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| With these strained city nights
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| The trucks running red lights
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| The wind at my window
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| The time I’ve tried to ignore
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| So we go out every night
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| We go out every night
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| We go out every night
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| And I like it
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| It dusts me off
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| Spread so thin, I need a dust off
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| You dust me off
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| Alone in the cloud
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| Sometimes I look down
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| See there is nothing left
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| And I like it, it dusts me off
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| You say it’s gone to shit
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| You say there’s nothing left
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| I’m feeling good, I need a dust off
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| Then choppers come down
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| Invisible hands make invisible plans
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| You think it makes sense
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| You go out every night
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| The mantle shifts, time dilates a little bit
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| I shiver at your touch
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| The things I’ve had that I let go
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| Dust me off, I need a dust off
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| You dust me off
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| I need a dust off
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| Don’t make me go out one more night
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| Dust me off, I need a dust off
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| Supposed to be the ultimate challenge
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| Driving themselves crazy trying
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| To be around the television all day
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| Frying their brains
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| And it’s not a point, isn’t it?
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| Keeping blue to the tube
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| Listen
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| You want my best advise?
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| Don’t play this game |