| I take decaf coffee
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| Two sugars and one cream
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| I don’t see the use in staying up just to watch TV
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| I unplug all the neon
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| Turn the ringer off the phone
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| Throw my thoughts like tomahawks
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| Into this world which I disown
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| Because the pillow that I dream on
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| Is the threshold of a kingdom
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| Is the threshold of a world where I’m with you
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| It’s a dark and snowy secret
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| And it has to do with heaven
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| And what looks like sleep is really hot pursuit
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| I hold your picture in my mind
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| It makes me warm when I am cold
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| Gets me up and it makes me walk
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| It makes me question what I’m told
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| Somewhere in a foggy atlas
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| Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea
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| First life takes time, then time takes life
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| Now the next move’s up to me
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| Because the pillow that I dream on
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| Leads to some fantastic glory
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| It’s the threshold of a world I can’t ignore
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| Like time unspoiled from heaven
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| Did you find me sleeping in your doorway?
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| Now I’m here for good
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| I won’t leave you anymore |