A steady hand at dooms blank stare
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with voices calling you back to bed.
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Delancey Street trembles beneath
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as you rise to meet the day
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It's a long night wide awake
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with work in the morning and I'm
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Saving each word from certain death
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always look right, always turn left
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and I'm up to meet you there
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Cat got your tongue and left the rest
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got chased around like marionettes
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and i'm up to meet you there
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What Story Down There Awaits Its End
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| Age of Rockets |
