| Dead in moments and contemplations
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| Lying on the floor
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| You’ve been watching what I’ve been drinking
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| Since the night before
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| Subtle movements, our motivations
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| We hid them in a drawer
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| Counting burns on carpets
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| Head straight to the heart, we’re never sure
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| So won’t you have me over
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| It’s getting dark
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| Now it makes no difference when we started
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| I’ll take anything to slow this heart down
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| 'Cause its no surprise on most nights
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| How black skies pour down all around us
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| In a tired waving of goodbyes crashed against the surface
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| It’s no surprise on most nights
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| How black skies poured down around us
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| And I’m tired of waiting for our lives to crash against the surface
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| To crash against the surface
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| I’ve been counting the marks on ceilings
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| In all the trips that deadened my feelings
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| With a single hit of what you’ve been dealing
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| I’ll stay out of view
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| So won’t you have me over
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| It’s getting dark
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| We’ll see this through
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| ‘Cause its no surprise on most nights
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| How black skies pour down all around us
|
| In a tired waving of goodbyes crashed against the surface
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| It’s no surprise on most nights
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| How black skies poured down around us
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| And I’m tired of waiting for our lives to crash against the surface
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| To crash against the surface
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| To crash against the surface
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| To crash against the surface
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| To crash against the surface
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| To crash against the surface
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| ‘Cause its no surprise on most nights
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| How black skies pour down all around us
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| In a tired waving of goodbyes crashed against the surface
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| It’s no surprise on most nights
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| How black skies poured down around us
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| And I’m tired of waiting for our lives to crash against the surface
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| To crash against the surface
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| To crash against the surface
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| To crash against the surface |