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Sun, bleeding through the porridge sky |
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Dreaming through the morning window |
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Slicing at my kitchen eyes |
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Bring me to the world again |
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Cold, chipping at my waste of mind |
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Ruining my concentration |
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Strangling my piece of time |
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You knock me to the earth again |
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Rhymes, banging at my backing track |
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Crunching on my front room driveway |
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Twitching at the gravel blinds |
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You're spitting at my door again |
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Call off the rest of the years |
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I've got nothing to say |
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So I'll say nothing here |
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You're happy with mud everywhere you look |
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You're a vision in rags |
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Sun, slip into my bedroom wine |
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Crash into my evening window |
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Drifting over drowsy skies |
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Get me to the sheets on time |
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Call off the rest of the years |
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I've got nothing to say |
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So I'll say nothing here |
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You're happy with mud everywhere you look |
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You're a vision in rags |
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Sleep on the lip |
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Down every drop |
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Dance on the |
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Dance on the old table |
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Say no more |
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Say no more |
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Say no more |
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Call off the rest of the years |
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I've got nothing to say |
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So I'll say nothing here |
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You're happy with mud everywhere you look |
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You're a vision in rags |
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Call off the... |
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Call of the... |
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Years, years, years, years, years. |
