A censored write up on love in yesterday's paper
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Left me feeling lonely
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As rotten paper falls from my notebook
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I had to bring myself to pick up my jaw
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You can't stop daybreak, daybreak
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Well In the back of my mind she sits
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With her arms around his chest
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If I had four hands
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I could hold you like you wanted
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And I'd give you my soul
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To see that it's been sold
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That it's been sold
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That it's been sold
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That it's been sold
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You can't stop daybreak
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With your voice inside
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Scribbled on an empty sidewalk through his life
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Flipping page by page
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Looking up so far down
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You can't stop daybreak, daybreak
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Disappointed
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From her looks of despair
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From this
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Daybreak
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| Northstar |
