If you shut out the sun, then the day will never come
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If you turn on your side, then this night won't come undone
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Now you say you need a friend
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But we can't live again
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Monday morning comes too fast, you stumble down the diamond path
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And every step will be your last
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The sunken eyes you just can't see, remind me how you'll never leave
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And every breath could be your last
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Now you stand in the rain saying nothing has changed at all
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Save the lines in your eyes that remind me of summer's fall
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Oh no, you say you need a friend
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But we can't live again
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Monday morning comes too fast, you stumble down the diamond path
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And every step will be your last
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The sunken eyes you just can't see, remind me how you'll never leave
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And every breath could be your last
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Gentle Sons
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The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart |