It's getting pretty late
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and I've got sleep to chase
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I wonder if I'm in your good graces today
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I'm television blue
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in the window to your room
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you'd think I might have better
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things that I could do
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I'm sleeping in the same clothes
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falling into black holes
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watching you
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I'm moving right behind
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while every single night I crawl to you
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I keep chasing the same ghosts
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these sheets are full of black holes
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watching you
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I'm moving right behind
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while every single night I crawl to you
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you don't know the half
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you don't know the truth
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and you don't know the things that
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you're putting me through'
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you rarely ever kiss
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but I love it when you tell
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me everything you want of me
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in sickness and health
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I'm sleeping in the same clothes
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falling into black holes
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watching you
|
I'm moving right behind
|
while every single night I crawl to you
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I keep chasing the same ghosts
|
these sheets are full of black holes
|
watching you
|
I'm moving right behind
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while every single night I fall for you
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every night I sleep walk
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every sleep I night crawl
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every time I feel the fire burning
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underneath my eyes [x2]
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It's getting pretty late
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and I've got sleep to chase
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I wonder if I'm in your good graces today
|
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I'm sleeping in the same clothes
|
falling into black holes
|
watching you
|
I'm moving right behind
|
while every single night I crawl to you
|
I keep chasing the same ghosts
|
these sheets are full of black holes
|
watching you
|
I'm moving right behind
|
while every single night I fall for you
|
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every night I sleep walk
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every sleep I night crawl
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every time I feel the fire burning
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underneath my eyes [x4]
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Nightcrawler
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Kids In Glass Houses |