| The clouds are holding up the dawn
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| They’re stilts or crutches
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| I can’t tell which one
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| To keep the short days looking longer
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| Or to keep the sunlight from falling on broken legs
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| But the
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| Night’s disguise is wearing thin
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| Caught me looking through
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| Your eyes
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| No I’m not doing alright
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| I’m just as stupid and
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| Desperate as I’ve always been
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| All the uselessness I write
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| Just come at me with a knife
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| Come cut this sickness from my
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| Mind
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| Help me forget about a shattered lie
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| Bleed my failure
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| Into something right
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| The boss man said there’s no more work
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| This winter
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| So go on home now and check back in the spring
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| Some dreams turned out to be a nightmare that you can’t afford
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| So it’s coming in on a credit card
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| Get yourself all prettied up
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| My love
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| Come here close let me tie that ironed ribbon
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| On the
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| Dress I bought you it’s the perfect one
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| For the perfect night
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| With the perfect woman
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| But the night’s disguise is wearing thin |