| Don’t wait up, baby, stop hesitating
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| Don’t wait up, baby, stop hesitating
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| Don’t wait up, hon
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| I’m already gone, it’s over
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| I feel nothing
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| It’s a long road, how low
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| So, don’t wait up, baby, stop hesitating
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| Contemplate maybe the thoughts that you’re making
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| There’s too much of this flooding my system
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| I’m losing measure, unstable and.
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| Fog
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| The shapes of the objects are all I can make out
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| (All I can make out)
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| If I ever get through this day
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| I’ll never thin my blood again
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| turn into something delicate
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| There’s too much of this flooding my system
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| I’m losing measure, unstable and.
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| Delicate, feel so inadequate
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| They’re all
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| Fog
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| The shapes of the objects are all I can make out
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| (All I can make out)
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| If I ever get through this day
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| I’ll never thin my blood again
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| I’ll never thin my blood again |