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Pull down the shades, lets kill the morning |
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Lets kill the morning, let it die |
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Will your eyes flash out a warning |
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But they'll be another morning after afternoon and tonight |
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**** long hours sick with singing |
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Sick with singing the same songs |
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In the bars, they'll soon be drinking |
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Lets cash my check and drink along |
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Old times, hello, hey, |
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I've missed you |
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Old life, hey now, let me in |
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Because you win on every issue |
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Now, can I kiss you? |
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Don't you care how long it's been? |
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It has been so many years, |
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I lived my yearning |
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But in every bed, it led me through |
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They only bloom on what was burning |
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And it grew, the fire grew |
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And now with nothing to consume |
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It's turned on me in my glass room |
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Where I'll burn, you think |
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I'm finished |
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Think I'm not winning |
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Well, go on, assume |
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So, take me, |
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I'm yours, morning starship |
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Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner this clown has yet leaned against |
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I'll let all these fine faces fold into me |
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The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths wetly open, but we set them sighing |
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We'll take them flying |
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And we'll take this man left almost passed out |
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Cause we're pretty sure he needs a hand |
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He says he can't stand |
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And when we pick him up |
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He asks us where this ship will land |
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But he knows we know it isn't coming down |
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He knows we know we'll fly so far |
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Til finally stars hold him in all around |
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Til he forgets the ground |
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Til he forgets the crawling way |
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Real people sometimes are |
