The year is growing old under a cloudy sky
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like pouring new wine into an old glass
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we'll drink the bottle dry
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just walk with me to the end of the night
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haloed streetlights shine down
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on an empty street
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miles and miles of nothing at all
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fall asleep to the sound
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of the ringing in my ears
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lay my tired head on what could have been
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and wake up alone again
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reel in another week, order another round
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tonight we run from last call to last chance
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the barroom clock runs down
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haloed streetlights shine down on your twisted sheets
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empty bottles all over the floor
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fall asleep to the sound
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of your breathing in my ear
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sleep the dark dreamless sleep of the dead
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for this once we'll have company when we wake up alone again
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Wake Up Alone
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| American Steel |
