A complicated sunset
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Sets the mood within the room
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All bets are up and
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We keep looking down
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To try and find
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The will to turn this around.
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I spent the last three months
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In mental traction
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Woeing all I could forsee
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I slept myself free and
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Cursed at all awake
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The medicine I'd take.
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I broke down
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On the train to southtown
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Midway inbound
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Eleven to your seven
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I held out
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Carrying this crutch around
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Angry words came rushing out
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Eleven to your seven.
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Now I could pound on the keys so hard and
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Make the mallets slap the strings and
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Pump the pedals till I'm breathless and
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Sing off key and
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Wouldn't that be just like me?
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Now people in the back yell hey
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When they see me today
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I got a smile so wide it stems offstage
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They say go go you gone soul and
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For all I know
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They now know
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Oh no.
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You broke down
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As I tore the pages out
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During all the painful parts
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Eleven to your seven
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You held out
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Carrying your diary around
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Angry ink came rushing out
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Eleven to your seven.
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So we finished the night and
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We laud the long ride
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Because it leads to my own bed
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So at least tonight
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My head will be alright.
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We broke down
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Miles out of Morgantown
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A midnight rainstorm crashing down
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Not one breathing soul around
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Eleven to your seven.
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Eleven To Your Seven
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Hey Mercedes |