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Still awake |
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4 in the morning |
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You walk around |
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When you should sleep |
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You walk around |
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4 in the morning |
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When right now |
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There's nothing you can do |
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There's nothing you can do |
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All fired up |
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Awake on the back seat |
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The diamond lights |
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Are shining through |
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The diamond lights |
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Are on in your head |
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When right now |
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You should get some sleep |
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Time |
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Doesn't always heal |
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It spits and swallows memories |
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It doesn't always heal |
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Your thoughts cross |
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Back and forth |
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And get tied up |
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Like the laces in your shoes |
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You get tied up |
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4 in the morning |
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When right now |
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There's nothing you can do |
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There's nothing you can do |
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And time |
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Doesn't always heal |
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It spits and swallows memories |
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It doesn't always heal |
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Weird future |
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Centipedes and spiderwebs |
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The future |
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Spinds around in tiny bits |
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And it all comes |
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To abduct your weary head |
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And it all comes |
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Just like ordered |
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When you need to get some sleep |
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And time |
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Doesn't always heal |
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It spits and swallows memories |
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It doesn't always heal |
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Time |
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Time |
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Time |
