pack the morning up it's gone away
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everybody here is wide awake
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i'm addicted to your aging face
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little deaths and little lives replaced
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seize the back me ups and climb the stairs
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fraction of the man who didnt care...
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idols are the parks designed for weak
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you and me and me and you and me
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all the former fathers re-appear
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try to find a space close to hear
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place the bruises up inside the clocks
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this is hard and then this is not...
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leave me standing with my lady's death
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housing up the holes like we're a breath
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guess the night pretends to be asleep
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you and me and me and you and me
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Aging Faces / Losing Places
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Kevin Drew |