The street lights hurt my eyes,
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More than usual tonight.
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No sense of direction, my vision's blurred,
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I think I'll lay down for a while.
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But I don't have a bed of my own,
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Just a space on someone else's.
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No I don't have a bed of my own,
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Just a space on someone else's, or at least for now.
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I swallow up the hungry streets, the thirsty back alleys,
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The more I try to find my faith the more the city mocks me.
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And the fags that filled my lungs, the alcohol burns into my skin,
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And I feel so tired and scared about everything.
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And I clip my wings just for an excuse,
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For not putting myself to better use.
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We all care too much over not caring enough,
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Because we're all too scared to leave behind our youth.
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We're a self-destructive generation
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Those obituaries will be,
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Due to excessive boredom, the body gave in,
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To liver failure and heart disease it seems.
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And I clip my wings just for an excuse,
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For not putting myself to better use.
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We all care too much over not caring enough,
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Because we're all too scared to leave behind our youth.
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To tell you the truth I'm just scared,
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But at least I'm not alone.
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At least I'm not alone.
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And we'll sing 'til we can't speak,
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And we'll sing 'til we believe.
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And we'll sing 'til we can't speak,
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And we'll sing 'til we believe.
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I will sing 'til we can't speak,
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We'll all sing until we believe
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The World Or Nothing
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Deaf Havana |