Sitting in this room
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as the fan hums away
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with an incessant chatter
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like the humming in my brain.
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Head between my knees
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cos' im wondering where you are
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It's not quite dark outside yet
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And there are no guiding stars.
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Where are you tonite,
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my love?
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Why are you not here?
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Your ringing phone goes on forever...
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and forever..
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A Hopeless Night is born.
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It's Friday Night again,
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when the streetlights melt the heat.
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I'll be smudging up my windows
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while these strangers and these lovers meet.
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I'll kill the lights
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I should anyway
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All the light is finally gone.
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and imagine that my knees are yours
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and this humming fan, your song to me.
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(chorus)
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I'm Trying.
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Your'e hiding.
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There's a ghost at my door.
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A Hopeless Night is born
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(chorus)
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Hopeless Night
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Blitzkid |