Give me one more quiet night
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'Fore this loud morning gets it right and does me in.
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Does this story have an ending?
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'Cause I'm needing to escape to kill the blinding lights of day
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To try again, close my eyes and start descending
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I, I can't seem to find a way back inside
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Every last thought of love we made
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That still keeps me awake
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Still keeps me from everything we had
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That I'm trying to get back,
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Trying to get back
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We keep floating towards the floor,
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Stuck in this pattern evermore of sink or swim
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But the oxygen is proving
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More than words could ever say to put these memories away
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So this is it, these rapid eyes will keep on moving
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These rapid eyes will keep on moving
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'Cause I, I can't seem to find a way back in time,
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Every last thought of love we made that still keeps me awake
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Still keeps me from everything we had
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That I'm trying to get back
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That I'm trying to get back
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That I'm trying to get back
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That I'm trying to get back
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Give me one more quiet night
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'Fore this loud morning gets it right and does me in.
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Is this story worth reliving?
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'Cause I, I can't seem to find a way back in time
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Every last thought of love we made
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That still keeps me awake
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Still keeps me from everything we had
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That I'm trying to get back,
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Trying to get back,
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Trying to get back,
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Trying to get back
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Rapid Eye Movement
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| David Cook |
