What can we scrape together
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With just the flesh as evidence
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Handfuls of hate and the bittersweet ambivalence
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'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself
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Who will find me under this mean sleep
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How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
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How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
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I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life
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You could burn a thousand days
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And I would need no other light
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You could die a thousand ways
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And I'd still love you back to life
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But my needs rising angry and my loneliness like quicksand
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Who will find me under [this] mean sleep
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How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
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How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
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I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life
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I am lost to the longing
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I am moulded by the memory
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Had shut down half my mind
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Just to steal the space you left behind
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'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself
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Who will find me under this mean sleep
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How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
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How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
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I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life
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Mean Sleep (duet with Cree Summer)
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| Lenny Kravitz |
