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Morning sun |
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Has entered through |
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The windows of your bedroom |
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And all the light |
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That warms your skin |
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Is ignored while you sleep in |
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And you sleep well |
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So I lay next to you |
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Thinking of a bad excuse |
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To wake you from recovery |
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Last night was a mystery |
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That you'll repeat |
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And I can't help but think |
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That this person next to me |
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Is not the same as when we both had gone to sleep |
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The drinks that filled your blood |
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Absorbed with pleasure as they flooded |
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Your remaining consciousness with memories |
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You seek to learn the truth |
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Or at least just something new |
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From everyone that's standing in the room |
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You cut your hair and learned a language |
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Got some culture, made some changes |
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I was left to try and keep up with |
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This change of scenery |
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Surprised you with hope and strength |
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To purposely forget your problems as you need |
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Ask yourself why am I alone |
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And you'll find out |
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That the faults your own |
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I was waiting here so patient all along |
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(You're) All dressed up without a place to go |
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But that's ok because I know |
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That you'll find a way to be |
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Anywhere (but home) |
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Ask yourself why am I alone |
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And you'll find out |
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That the faults your own |
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You're so cold |
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Now that you've left home |
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It reminds me of |
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Someone we both know |
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A person that you swore you'd not become |
