| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| I look to the moon tonight
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| It looked like a picture
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| I tried to figure if it was real or just a fixture
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| Sometimes it winks at me, sometimes it smiles
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| Sometimes it looks at you 'cause it can see for miles
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| I had a notice that the brick had made the picture
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| I’m sick of ashtrays outside the Piano & Pitcher
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| Sometimes it winks at me, sometimes it smiles
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| Sometimes it looks at you 'cause it can see for miles
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| Thunder sky, don’t break as I walk home
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| I want to keep dry under skies that hold their own
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| Thunder sky, don’t break as I walk home
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| I want to keep dry under skies that hold their own
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I look to myself tonight, I know I’m richer
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| It turns itself inside and burns out little bit deeper
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| I drag a tenner out, I drag much more
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| And shuffle into Sam’s across the darkened score
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| Thunder sky, don’t break as I walk home
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| I want to keep dry under skies that hold their own
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| Thunder sky, don’t break as I walk home
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| I want to keep dry under skies that hold their own
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| The look is in between tonight, probably laced with grain
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| The ankle on the faces tell me it’s not playing straight
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| The look is not so far, I knew it was gonna be
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| A plungin' death of everything, the death of harmonies
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong
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| I feel so wrong |