Now I'm sitting on a plane
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Lonely flight back to L.A.
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Don't come back with me
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So I'll drink myself to sleep
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Cut my skin until I bleed
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Hold my breath all the night
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Cause it's 5 o'clock
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The hour stops the sunlight
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And the buildings shade the masquerade and kill time
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Hear the sound
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She was naked on the ground
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Till I whispered in her ear
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Come away, watch the dawn break through the day
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Till the sun is underneath
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Cause it's 5 o'clock
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The hour stops the sunlight
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And the buildings shade the masquerade and kill time
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Here we're nothing more than fools and whores and sad highs
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Through the summer sand, we're living in
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We're living in a wasteland
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It's a wasteland
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It's a wasteland
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It's a wasteland for me
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And we're nothing more than fools and whores and sad highs
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Through the summer sand, we're living in
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We're living in a wasteland
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Here we're nothing more than fools and whores and sad highs
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Through the summer sand, we're living in
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We're living in a wasteland
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It's a wasteland
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It's a wasteland
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It's a wasteland for me
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For me
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Wasteland
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| Augustana |
