| The morning sun, it moves my face
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| It’s too hot, I fear, to wake
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| I wonder if you’ll look for better ways
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| But your dizzy mind’s afraid to be
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| Convenient, slowly watch my step
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| I can’t afford to make a getaway
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| Driven closer by mistake
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| Spinning faster by the day
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| I sit too close to speculate
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| Search for solid anchoring
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| Driven closer by mistake
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| Spinning faster by the day
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| Spinning faster by the day
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| Anticipation’s got me glued
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| But I waited, not too long
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| Resolving notes on the way down
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| So it goes, story’s told
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| Holding tight and phrase by phrase
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| I’ve had another chance to drink it all
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| Driven closer by mistake
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| Spinning faster by the day
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| I sit too close to speculate
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| Search for solid anchoring
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| Driven closer by mistake
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| Spinning faster by the day
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| Spinning faster by the day
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| I hope you let me down
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| You’d set me down
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| It’s safe and sound, although
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| I hope you let me down
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| You’d set me down
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| It’s safe and sound, although
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| Driven closer by mistake
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| Spinning faster by the day
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| I sit too close to speculate
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| Search for solid anchoring
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| Driven closer by mistake
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| Spinning faster by the day
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| Spinning faster by the day |