To think I'd ever disappoint you
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The sky's right open now
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Your ghost is floating through the telegraph wires
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On the steamy streets far below
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You lie awake and over sober cicada torture
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And nothing's open and the clock lags on
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Always 4:01 in the morn
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Feel it's my duty to inform you
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This disappointments just a stage we all go through
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Self-absorption self-destruction
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Listen to my night song
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I'll take you far from home
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Sometimes I like to go out walking
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Like detectives in old B-grade moves do
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Black-grey water under pillar and the stones cry out
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And the whole world becomes my room
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Forks in the road and this was meant to be my destination
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All girls under bridges all friends under ground
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But any seagull could tell you that than
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Hear yourself the lights are out like some broken compass
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Ain't nobody gonna miss you not when you don't miss no-one all
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Girls under bridges, all friends under underground
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Your feet over all places they found in the darkness
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In the back row in all the places you've never been
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To Think I'd Ever Disappoint You
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| Bluebottle Kiss |
