| Yesterday I spent asleep
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| Woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap
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| Spent the night trying to make a deadline
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| Squeezing complicated lives into a simple headline
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| I have your face here in an old Polaroid
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| Tidying the children’s clothes and toys
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| You’re smiling back at me, I took the photo from the fridge
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| Can’t remember what then we did
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| I haven’t been with a woman, it feels like for years
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| Thought of you the whole time, your salty tears
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| This shitty world sometimes produces a rose
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| The scent of it lingers and then it just goes
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| Return the call to home
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| The worst of us are a long drawn out confession
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| The best of us are geniuses of compression
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| You say you’re not going to leave the truth alone
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| I? |
| m here cos I don’t want to go home
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| Child drinking dirty water from the river bank
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| Soldier brings oranges he got out from a tank
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| I’m waiting on the waiter, he’s taking a while to come
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| Watching the sun go down on Lebanon
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| Return the call to home
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| Now I’ve got a head like a lit cigarette
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| Unholy clouds reflecting in a minaret
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| You’re so high above me, higher than everyone
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| Where are you in the Cedars of Lebanon?
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| Choose your enemies carefully cos they will define you
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| Make them interesting cos in some ways they will mind you
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| They’re not there in the beginning but when your story ends
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| Gonna last with you longer than your friend |