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Quiet morning nothing moves and |
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We can hear you breathe |
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Early morning the roads are clear and |
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All you hear, and all you hear is me |
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They don't ever go to sleep |
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They don't have the time to keep |
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Time to keep |
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The world's still open while we're all asleep |
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And they don't really care |
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And maybe all the shops have closed their doors |
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And gone into their little homes |
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Kicking bottles and moving things |
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To make us feel confused |
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Leaving clues for us to find |
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The things that they, the things that they have used |
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I'm sure I heard you talking |
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I'm sure you sent them to bug me |
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They will never be sent home |