| I woke up at nine
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| I woke up to static
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| I sat up in bed
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| As I thought of something
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| Out to ride in pursuit for
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| A kind of conversation
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| Could you let it go
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| It was late
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| There was too much traffic in there
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| Such a place
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| There was too much pain in your head
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| As I shake that aching feeling
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| At a world that’s came in just to see themselves
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| At an empty table
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| So they see themselves
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| I walked in a room
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| I walked through a doorway
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| I sat on a bench
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| And I threw it over and over again
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| It was late
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| There was too much talking in there
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| Such a place
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| There was too much hanging around
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| As we came
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| And we shake out every feeling
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| It was too much hanging around
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| Come in closer
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| Closer there’s a chill
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| That comes in between us
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| Closer there’s a chill
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| That’s coming between us
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| Once again a chill that comes in between us |