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Nothing but the ticking of the clocks, the slamming of the stocks |
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nothing but the silence on a street, when we were meant to meet |
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there's nothing else to find here |
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Listen to the witness in the dark, the turning of the lock |
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you don't know why you're still alone |
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the intimacy shown is enough to make me cetain |
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the stupidest thing I've ever done |
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but it was so much fun |
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Nothing like the setting of the sun when day had just begun |
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you left me silent by the phone and I didn't like the tone |
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you quickly said goodbye with... |
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your chilling heartless undertones of choice |
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the weapons in your voice, they leave me feeling empty |
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they leave me hollow to the core, like I couldn't fail any more |
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even if I tried to |
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to (x15) |
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two three four |
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So I pick up the blankets the daylight is fading |
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and I've only just managed to raise my head |
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so I draw back the curtains at six in the evening |
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and I've only just gotten courage to get out of bed |
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and nothing is right in my head |
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no nothing is clear in my heart |
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I feel like my body is dead |
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the day doesn't have to start here (x3) |
