Morning bled at the water's edge
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The city was bringing me down
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And my mind was on a ledge
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Saying who's gonna help you now
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Without sun we pull what feeds us
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From the heat that's in between us
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How can we expect to build a boat
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Seagulls running everything
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Hard, you make it hard, hard
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It's all the opposite I think
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The ladder runs side to side
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Enough to make you want a drink
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But there's no place to hide
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Watching shadows within shadows within
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They hide their dark selfs from the sun
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And her voice is just a memory
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You're not fooling anyone
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Hard, you make it hard, hard
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Hard, you make it hard, hard
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Sans Soleil
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| Miike Snow |
