There is no memory of you
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With the day on your face
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Just late night, bar light
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A street lamp, a movement bedside
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Does that feel right?
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Falling apart before sunrise
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As if we're afraid that
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The sun on our skin
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Will start fires
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We don't care
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We don't seem to care
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Each of these nights
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Seem to connect
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Each of these nights
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Seem to connect
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Each of these nights
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When we connect
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Listen to sirens cry
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Not finding their crime scenes
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And the loose sparks outside
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Their cat calls and ill means
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Some kinks are never
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Meant to be worked out
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The more that you feel them
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The more you need their doubt
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We don't care
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We don't seem to care
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Each of these nights
|
Seem to connect
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We don't care
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We don't seem to care
|
Each of these nights
|
Seem to connect
|
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Each of these nights
|
Seem to connect
|
Each of these nights
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When we connect
|
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Each of these nights
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Seem to connect
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Each of these nights
|
When we connect
|
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Each of these nights
|
Seem to connect
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Each of these nights
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MINUS THE BEAR
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| Minus The Bear |
