Used to always want to sleep.
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Used to want to (but couldn't) leave,
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And I barely found the way.
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Through the darkness and the trees
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There were thoughts attacking me.
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I saw the some come, in New Orleans,
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Through the window n the front,
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We just smoked and watched it come;
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Being lazy with the gray light
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In the back room,
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Where we could talk and all,
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But we were burnt.
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We got our wards back with the morning
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And we'll say anything we want,
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Though we don't know what we don't know
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About having time away.
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I know you miss things everyday.
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Certainn things made you feel safe,
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And I had mine saving me.
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How fleeting they came to be,
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Certian things made me feel needed.
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We'll Say Anything We Want
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| Hot Water Music |
