| Crowded out, crowded out
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| By a scene onto the street
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| Crowded out, crowded out
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| By an endless night of bad dreams, yeah
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| And the sun, the sun, the sun on the back of my neck
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| For a moment it helps me forget
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| The sun, the sun on the back of my neck
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| For a moment it helps me forget
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| I’m becoming, I’m becoming
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| Becoming a speck
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| I’m disappearing in your eyes
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| Crowded out, crowded out
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| We got a clouded transmission of a picture of me
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| Crowded out, crowded out
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| Buried in the pile of catalogs and magazines at your feet
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| Your beautiful feet
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| And the sun, the sun, the sun on the back of my neck
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| For a moment it helps me forget
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| The sun, the sun on the back of my neck
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| For a moment it helps me forget
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| I’m becoming, I’m becoming
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| Becoming a speck
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| And disappearing in your eyes
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| I came here alone I’m not leaving without you
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| Sending out signals but barely breathing without you
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| I came into this world alone but I’m not leaving
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| Without you |