Face those facts, you can't relax
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You gotta get that train back on its tracks
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Till the morning comes
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The work is done
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Find your place beneath the sun
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Rake those leaves as thick as thieves
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Then go and put your heart back on its sleeve
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Till September rain
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And all its pain
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Dies in vain
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And I know what you're thinking
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The world is shrinking your bones
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Hypnoculture
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| Roland Orzabal |
