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Rise in the morning at sunrise |
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Strangers around me sleep soundly at rest |
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Phones and computers become me |
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Signals stretch back to the lands that |
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I've left |
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Oh in the quiet times |
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Count up the things that |
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I love Slip through the road lights |
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The trail of wandering back |
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Left you while you were sleeping |
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Left you the warmth in the bed, where |
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I lay You left me a love worth keeping |
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You left me a diary to count off the days |
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And so in the quiet times |
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I saver the things that |
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I've lost |
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And slip through the road lights |
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And wonder how |
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I came to this |
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I guess you never know |
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Lost until you have something to lose |
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Choice until you have something to choose |
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Choose So give me my quiet times |
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To mourn for the things that |
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I've lost |
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And find me on the road lights |
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Counting the miles and the cost |
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So I never knew |
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Lost cos I had nothing to lose |
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Choice cos |
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I had nothing to choose |
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But all the things you do |
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The way that you close your door |
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The way that you guard your shore |
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Darling, I'm coming home soon |
