In the dawn on the roof, there's a semblance of truth
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In the half light that sings to me of you
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With my bottle full of sin, I hoist a toast to the muezzin
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That these black clouds mean the monsoon
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Because the sun refused to shine since you left me dumb and blind
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Sometimes it feels like the end of the world
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Yes it feels like the end of the world
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And every word I never spoke dies like a spark smothered in smoke
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pulled from the glow of a shitty cigarette
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And I probably should shave and dig myself out of this grave
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But I can't go
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No, not just yet
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Mostly the nights they ain't half bad
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It's the days that seem designed to drive you mad
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Sometimes it feels like the end of the world
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Yes it feels like the end of the world
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Yes it feels like the end of the world
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Yes it feels like the end of the world
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So tonight in the bar of this hotel bazaar
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I'll write some postcards and throw them away
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And maybe someday I'll leave here
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But the drinks, they are so cheap here
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And somebody's always got to pay
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And it feels like the end of the world
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And it feels like the end of the world
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Yes it feels like the end of the world
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Yes it feels like the end of the world
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Yes it feels like the end of the world
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Feels Like The End Of The World
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