Awake, mistake
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You made last night, things you shake.
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All day, you stay,
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In your bed ¡®till sky turns gray,
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And black, and blue
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Hard cold rain, you sleep straight through.
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No one comes to lay beside you,
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Sent away the few who¡¯ve tried to
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How would they move so slow?
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You lie, you lie.
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You¡¯re Scraped and bruised but don¡¯t know why.
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Your hands are cut.
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You still see thing with your eyes shut,
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So tight, so tight.
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To keep out every trace of light.
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No one offers you no help,
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They only want to help themselves.
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Nobody wants to
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Know what you¡¯ve been though.
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How was the past so slow?
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Awoke, you choke,
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The cold dead air,
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Your sheets are soaked straight through. You knew
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Just what you did and you still do
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But there¡¯s no one here to confess to
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There¡¯s no one here to dress your wounds,
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There¡¯s no one here to get to you,
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There¡¯s no one here to get you through,
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There¡¯s no one here.
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There¡¯s no one here.
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It's Morning Again In America
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Sorry About Dresden |