There's a thousand hours
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Walking here between us
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And a million holes
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To dodge here on the i￢?oor
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And even though the sleeping wolves surround us
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There's you and me
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And really nothing more
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And I don't want to sing this song
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But I have to
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Let me go
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I don't want to sing this song
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But I have to
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Let me go
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Please let me go
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And I got lost
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Amidst the smoking candles
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And I got lost amidst the phony trees
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And I got lost with things
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I could not handle
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And I was off to make a fool of me
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And I don't want to sing this song
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But I have to
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Let me go
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I don't want to sing this song
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But I have to
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Let me go
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Please let me go
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For the sound that's found right here
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We're going down
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There's no one here that cares enough to thrill me
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But these suitcase tears will make us feel alive
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And the parking lot is dark and always empty
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It'll i￢?ll up just as soon as it gets light
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Let Me Go
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| The 88 |
