| Restless in the morning light
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| And they’ve been catching on to you
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| Standing in the mountains of your clothes
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| And can’t even come to find your shoes
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| Now I don’t want to hold you back
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| But if I don’t lend a hand don’t be alarmed, I-
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| I ain’t trying to beg
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| But you’ve got me turning back the clock
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| Oh, long nights
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| That were damn well spent
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| To wake to a sight like yourself
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| I don’t, I don’t mind
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| Being a prisoner in your rainy day
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| It’s alright, it’s alright with me
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| You know I’ve grown to love your innocence
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| But I dig the darker shades, did you?
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| Like the shades when you won’t hesitate, darling
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| To shut the lights off on this running world of crazy fools
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| And they’re all fools
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| So wave away and let them crash behind
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| And set your flowers on the dash
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| Sleep above the echos and the broken glass
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| And rip this joint made to burn, burn your past
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| Oh, long nights
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| They were damn well spent
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| To wake to a sight like yourself
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| I don’t, I don’t mind
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| Being a prisoner in your rainy day
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| And if I have to leave it all behind
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| It’s alright with me
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| It’s alright, yes, it is
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| As the newspaper waits at your door in it’s place
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| Only left here to read from the lines on your face
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| When the puddles get deep and our hair grows too long
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| We’ll find comfort in things that used to feel wrong
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| Hearing the waves as they trample the streets
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| But your whisper is so bold and it sings me to sleep
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| And now you sit on the floor and you pull down the blinds
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| You may never get back but it’s a fortunate fight
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| Yes, it is
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| Don’t do it, don’t do it to me, let up and cave
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| Don’t do it, don’t do it to me
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| Don’t do it, don’t do it to me
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| You know it’s alright |