| Nothing but the ticking of the clocks, the slamming of the stocks
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| Nothing but the silence on a street, when we were meant to meet
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| There’s nothing else to find here
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| Listen to the witness in the dark, the turning of the lock
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| You don’t know why you’re still alone
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| The intimacy shown is enough to make me cetain
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| The stupidest thing I’ve ever done
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| But it was so much fun
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| Nothing like the setting of the sun when day had just begun
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| You left me silent by the phone and I didn’t like the tone
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| You quickly said goodbye with…
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| Your chilling heartless undertones of choice
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| The weapons in your voice, they leave me feeling empty
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| They leave me hollow to the core, like I couldn’t fail any more
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| Even if I tried to
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| To (x15)
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| Two three four
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| So I pick up the blankets the daylight is fading
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| And I’ve only just managed to raise my head
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| So I draw back the curtains at six in the evening
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| And I’ve only just gotten courage to get out of bed
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| And nothing is right in my head
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| No nothing is clear in my heart
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| I feel like my body is dead
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| The day doesn’t have to start here (x3) |