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I've dragged this halo through the dirt for the last time |
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I can't find the thrill in this, I don't think I even tried |
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If I make this bed the way it was |
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I'll erase the story of the night |
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like the ocean forgets about a storm, |
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like I can't tell what's wrong from right |
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Somehow I've made it through the night |
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As sure as the rise and fall of the tide |
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Rayleigh scattered morning blue across my sky, |
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the windy city is frozen and covered in ice |
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So I've got this theory of vitality |
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And it turns out that it means the world to me |
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We trap our demons in beer bottles |
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And throw them to the curb the next day |
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I've dragged this halo through the dirt for the last time |
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I can't find the thrill in this, I don't think I even tried |
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If I make this bed the way it was |
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I'll erase the story of the night |
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like the ocean forgets about a storm, |
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like I can't tell what's wrong from right |
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Within this bottle I'll build a ship |
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and I'll sail it straight into your lips |
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because you look like her |
