the morning sun's about to break,
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i'm looking in as you create someone,
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you lift your head and brush your teeth,
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and make your bed as if you won't sleep again,
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you fix your hair and tie your shoes,
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and tuck your shirt and now you feel new.
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the glass is full, the glass is broke,
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and every day dissolves and there's no hope
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of ever leaving this temporary life.
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of ever leaving this temporary life.
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you may ask yourself "is there anyone so alone?"
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but there's no beep before the dial-tone
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when you pick it up to see who called
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if there is it's probably your mom
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but, oh, the rising sun brings little cheer
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to this city with the stolen name
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and you're wondering whose bright idea
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it was to pack your things and leave your friends
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and move down here.
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This Temporary Life
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
