the clouds are holding up the dawn
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they're stilts or crutches
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I can't tell which one
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to keep the short days looking longer
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or to keep the sunlight from falling on broken legs
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but the night's disguise is wearing thin
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(Chorus)
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caught me looking through your eyes
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no I'm not doing alright
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I'm just as stupid and desperate as I've always been
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all the uselessness I write
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just come at me with a knife
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come cut this sickness from my mind
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help me forget about a shattered lie
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bleed my failure into something right
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the boss man said there's no more work this winter
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so go on home now and check back in the spring
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some dreams turned out to be a nightmare that you can't afford
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so it's coming in on a credit card
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get yourself all prettied up my love
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come here close let me tie that ironed ribbon
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on the dress I bought you it's the perfect one
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for the perfect night with the perfect woman
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but the night's disguise is wearing thin
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The Night Disguise
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| Rocky Votolato |
