Run around the spiral it's our choice now,
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Up or down, days can seem so long
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Holy ghost, I'm living with your voice now
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But tonight, I'm sleeping with my television on
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Come tomorrow there'll be hell to pay and clouds across the sun
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You were right I've always been a sinner
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You were right I've wasted all your time
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You said it all, "We drank too much at dinner."
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So tonight I'm sleeping with my television on
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Come tomorrow there'll be hell to pay and clouds across the sun
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You and I baby we're a broken record.
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Turn around we're making sound but only for the noise
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And what if I could live like this, but not forever
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And what if you could move the needle to a more forgiving song
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And what if this, was never really broken all along
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But for tonight, I'm sleeping with my television on
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I'm sleeping with my TV on
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Yeah I don't mind sleeping, not when there's flash and buzz
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Your colors dance beneath my bedroom door
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Yeah I don't mind sleeping with my TV on
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With my TV on
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With my TV on
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With my TV on
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Come tomorrow your signal in the silence 'til the dawn
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Television
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| Jack's Mannequin |
