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Screaming in the basement |
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Now I'm staring at the moon |
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On the first day of the year |
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Feeling antisocial on a monday afternoon |
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Get on the train and disappear |
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As my head starts to unwind |
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There's a melody I find |
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And she sings |
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Leave me like before we never cried about a thing |
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But now there's something in the way |
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Fill me deep inside and help me wash away the pain |
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Make the madness drift away |
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The candor of things we're saying |
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Of the words we always say |
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When we're on the way back home |
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Weekends lead to wednesday |
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And I wish that I could stay |
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But I'd only bring you down |
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As we arrive you read my mind |
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And the melody rewinds |
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And she sings |
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Leave me like before we never cried about a thing |
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But now there's something in the way |
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I'm wishing for a wave to come and cover everything |
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Take our bodies far away |
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You could always read my mind |
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You never tell me what you find |
