| Here it comes
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| The unavoidable sun weighs my head
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| And what the hell have I done
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| And you know
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| I don’t remember a thing
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| I don’t remember
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| A thing
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| So I’m done
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| Am I placating the notes?
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| Should I fault
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| Cut off my tongue
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| So you say
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| Apparently I’m digging it in
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| I can’t feel
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| A thing
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| (A thing, a thing, a thing, a thing)
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| And you’ve won
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| So I go bury my head
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| In the ground
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| Yet I won’t lose what I said
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| In the sound of the words and the note that it brings
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| No I can’t feel
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| A thing
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| Here it comes
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| The unavoidable sun of what’s just happened
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| And what’s been done
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| And you know
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| I don’t remember a thing
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| I don’t remember
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| A thing
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| But it keeps on coming and I stop
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| But it keeps on coming and I just stand still
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| But it keeps on coming and I stop moving
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| (But it keeps coming, it keeps coming, it keeps coming)
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| But it keeps on coming and I stop
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| And it keeps on coming and I just stand still
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| (But it keeps coming, it keeps coming, it keeps coming)
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| But it keeps on coming and I stop
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| And it keeps on coming and I just stand still
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| But it keeps coming and I just stop
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| So I stop running and I just stop
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| But it keeps on coming and I just stop moving
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| But it keeps on coming and it keeps on coming so I just stand still
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| But it keeps on coming and I just stand still
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| And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run |