| Took a walk alone last night, slept inside your head
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| It was raining hard again, crawled back into bed
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| Tried to catch up to you but you moved too fast
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| Thought about a million things, fell asleep at last
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| Got up again last night, tore all over town
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| Skidding tires, screeching brakes barely make a sound
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| We were on a winding road going 65
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| Slid along an icy stretch, made it back alive
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| Little eyes are open but they don’t see very far
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| You can only hurt the ones you love, not the ones you’re thinking of
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| Little eyes are open but they’re sinking back again
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| Don’t you know you’re sleeping much too long, wake up little eyes
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| Moving but not gaining any ground
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| Climbing up the escalator as it takes you down
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| Last night I heard this sound echoed everywhere
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| Like a buzzing amplifier burning through the air
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| It’s still raining hard, you said, have you any clue?
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| Is it ever gonna stop? |
| I guess that’s up to you
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| Little eyes are open but they don’t see very far
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| You can only hurt the ones you love, not the ones you’re thinking of
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| Little eyes are open but they’re sinking back again
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| Don’t you know you’re sleeping much too long, wake up little eyes |