| Hallelujah, it’s going down
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| I really though the sun would never set
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| I find it easier to think at night
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| When everything is softened by a dim light
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| The night is a cup I want to fill
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| I know I won’t always reach it’s lip
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| Cause something will always knock it over
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| Spilling my dreams to the curb
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| Yeah, I want it all on a plate
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| I don’t want to deliberate
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| Yeah, I want it all on a plate
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| I don’t want to deliberate
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| Everyone knows what the feeling is like
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| When you feel alone all the time, right?
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| The shades are down night and day
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| And not even a crack to slice the room
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| So much for my pool of thought
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| Yeah, it couldn’t even drown a child
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| Or bathe my suspicions that
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| It’s just a load of drops, yeah
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| Yeah, I want it all on a plate
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| I don’t want to deliberate
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| Yeah, I want it all on a plate
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| I don’t want to deliberate
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| On a plate |