the weight of the past is cloudy as if it's been raining, and this sunny city life is held in empty hands, the pacific is looking so wonderful tonight, with a cinderblock and a rope tied to my ankle it's closer than this twelve pack of medicine impairing the thought to the life I'm living in...
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well I'm all alone and your out of luck and I'm giving up what I've been fighting close your eyes and make believe I'm there
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the hits have all come back now, as if they've been waiting, for indifference to settle itself into my soul, and this skyline is looking so wonderful tonight, under stars I fall forgetting, in a bed I'll never make without you sleeping next to me giving me just enough room left to breathe one more day...
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well I'm all alone and your out of luck and I'm giving up what I've been fighting close your eyes and make believe I'm there
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in my lonely, ill fated dream of life I've lived to hate by now it's our's somehow
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I can fall asleep believing, I can understand and know it I can close my eyes and say it's over, it's over now
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Cinderblock
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