In days made only of dusk and dawn
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You told me my eyes were worn to
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Everything the same the same the same, you said
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I want to tell everything to you but
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These walls won't do
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There is something we must reclaim, reclaim, reclaim
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For too long, emotional extremities
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Have been unchartered territories
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And I don't want to be tame, be tame, be tame
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I want to show everything to you
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But this skin won't do
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There is something we must reclaim, reclaim, reclaim
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So shake me, shake me, shake me
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Shake me from the things I think make me whole
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And with made-up rituals replenish this soul
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Drink the wine to the bottom of the glass
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And watch it refill from air
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Turn our cheeks to the ground and feet to the sky
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And take it from there
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And we'll collect things
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And build a tower of totem
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Dream with our eyes open
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Foster a change, a change, a change
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When my breath runs short
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When life, it starts to make me bored
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And my gaze, it falls behind me
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And I'll look at moments gone until you
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Shake me, shake me, shake me
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And in days made only of dusk and dawn
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You'll tell me my eyes are worn to
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Everything the same, the same, the same...
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Feet To The Sky
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| Lulu And The Lampshades |
