| The sky is tar, endless ocean made of petrol
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| My home is somewhere, not in this bedroom though
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| I can’t believe I could be more tired than now
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| But dark is laughing at me and slams the door loud
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| Black oil is crawling on the rugged wall
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| It doesn’t know the gist but It sings its filthy songs about it
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| And when I fall asleep, it will lie beside me
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| To fill up the house to the roof and kidnap me from the seraglio
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| Pre-chorus
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| Eat my face, please
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| Take all of my hope and my mony
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| Not leaving me anything, excpt for the fear, debts and hysteria
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| Become the darkest yesterday, a blue whale that is lying on a shore
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| Just because you have to go
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| Because you’re giving it up
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| The sky is tar, endless ocean made of petrol
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| My home is somewhere, not in this bedroom though
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| I can’t believe I could be more tired than now
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| But dark is laughing at me and slams the door loud
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| Somewhere beneath —
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| The same voice and the same motive
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| It’ll remember me all while jeering and grinning with Its toothless gums
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| And if It’ll be feared of stars, then the win will be mine
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| But again, my loose body will be hugged by the pavement
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| Pre-chorus
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| Eat my face, please
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| Take all of my hope and my money
|
| Not leaving me anything, except for the fear, debts and hysteria
|
| Become the darkest yesterday, a blue whale that is lying on a shore
|
| Just because you have to go
|
| Because you’re giving it up
|
| The sky is tar, endless ocean made of petrol
|
| My home is somewhere, not in this bedroom though
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| I can’t believe I could be more tired than now
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| But dark is laughing at me and slams the door loud |