I'd be hanging on their words
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Like they almost meant a thing
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In the only lullaby I heard,
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Their sirens blaring, singing me to sleep
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Holding my loved one tight...
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On the softness of her laugh,
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I could almost make my bed
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But the racket of her absence joined
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The sirens blaring ringing in my head
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Holding nothing tight,
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Holding nothing tight
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With my eyes so wide
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In a house without a back door
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I was looking for a fire escape
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And I'll be ripping up the floorboards
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Just trying to get away
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From this sleeplessness, sleeplessness, sleeplessness
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She'd be hanging on my words
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Like I almost meant a thing
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And I'd give anything not to let her down
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to finally sleep through just one noisy night
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Holding her so tight, holding her so tight
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But my eyes are wide
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In a house without a back door
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I was looking for a fire escape
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And I'll be ripping up the floorboards
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Just trying to get away
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From this sleeplessness
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Sleeplessness, sleeplessness
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'Cause my mind just can't stop movin'
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And I think I know why
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Oooh, I know why
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It's sad
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but I'm a sucker for a kind word
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And I'll just hurt until I find one
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And I'll just hurt until I find one
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And I've been trying all the windows
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And I've been running up the staircase
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In a house without a backdoor...
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Sleeplessness, sleeplessness, sleeplessness
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In a house without a backdoor (Sleeplessness)
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I was looking for a fire escape (Sleeplessness)
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And I'd be ripping up the floorboards (Sleeplessness)
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Just trying to get away...
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I'm A Sucker For A Kind Word
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| Copeland |
