| If I make this bed the way it was
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| I’ll erase the story of the night
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| Like the ocean forgets about a storm
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| Like I can’t tell what’s wrong from right
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| Somehow I’ve made it through the night
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| As sure as the rise and fall of the tide
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| Rayleigh scattered morning blue across my sky
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| The windy city is frozen and covered in ice
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| So I’ve got this theory of vitality
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| And it turns out that it means the world to me
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| We trap our demons in beer bottles
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| And throw them to the curb the next day
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| I’ve dragged this halo through the dirt for the last time
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| I can’t find the thrill in this, I don’t think I even tried
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| If I make this bed the way it was
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| I’ll erase the story of the night
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| Like the ocean forgets about a storm
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| Like I can’t tell what’s wrong from right
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| Within this bottle I’ll build a ship
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| And I’ll sail it straight into your lips
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| Because you look like her |