Lost touch of the sense that used to feel the morning
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These arms still heavy from what carried us before
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Could use a breath from the old and familiar
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Before we tire out
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Still sinking fast without this line
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We'll let this play again
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A last chance at falling out
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A half cry from the bottom up won't make a sound
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We'll follow my lead tonight
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We'll let this play again
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Bring back the same old sense that used to feed the evening
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Another night of loosened tongues and swimming heads
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Could use a breath from the old and familiar
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Before we tire out
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Still sinking fast without this line
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We're screaming out
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We'll fall in or fall out
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If You Dress Up Like Halloween, Ghouls Will Try And Get In Your Pants
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The Blackout Pact |