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Down to days, chased with night |
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Taste a dream, wash down my height |
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Braid your hair, as we gather sand |
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'Til the little hand comes round again |
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Oh no, I fear the quiet, it won't help to fight it |
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Haven't heard a word of theirs, I think you lost me when you said: |
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I've been feeling so lonesome that I could cry |
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But I could be brave in your bed tonight |
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I've been feeling so lonesome that I could cry |
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But I could be brave if I laid in your bed tonight |
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Wind those gears, as the grey sets in |
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Remind me now, where we've been |
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Meet me there, beneath your skin |
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Wrapped in sheets, three to the wind |
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Oh no, I fear the quiet, it won't help to fight it |
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Haven't heard a word of theirs, I think you lost me when you said: |
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I've been feeling so lonesome that I could cry |
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But I could be brave in your bed tonight |
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I've been feeling so lonesome that I could cry |
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But I could be brave if I laid in your bed tonight |
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Wasted, still waking up, I'm in the thick of it |
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Too many locks are on doors, locks of yours on my floor |
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Left wide open, get sucked in |
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But I never said 'get up now' |
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Never said get up, let me hear you try |
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I wanna raise some hell |
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I wanna raise some hell |
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I wanna shake some action |
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Wanna show and tell |
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Show and tell, show and tell |
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I pick myself right up |
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You'll never hear me coming, |
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'cause I'm never gonna die |
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I've been feeling so lonesome that I could cry |
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But I could be brave in your bed tonight |
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I've been feeling so lonesome that I could cry |
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But I could be brave if I laid in your bed tonight |
