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Is it all right? |
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I can't remember the day. |
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We said we would try. |
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Cause I can't. |
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I can't. |
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And I run from the accident. |
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Looking at the book of love. |
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With broken glasses in between the subway cars. |
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And is it even worth the hurt? |
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Nobody reads that much of anything anymore. |
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Of their own. |
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They stare at the blue light. |
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Stare at the blue light. |
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We stare at the blue light. |
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I wonder do you cry? |
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Stare up at the cieling fan. |
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Sometimes its moving to fast. |
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And sometimes. |
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I am. |
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I am. |
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These shadows they understand. |
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Is this still the book of love? |
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If we're just texting from the aisles of grocery stores. |
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We are making it out of salt. |
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Nobody reads too much of anything anymore. |
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But they're all words in their own worlds. |
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Stare at the blue light |
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We stare at the blue light |
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Stare at the blue light |
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And we cry all night |
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Stare at the blue light |
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Stare at the blue light |
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Stare at the blue light... |
