I can¡¯t read the map you drew for me.
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It¡¯s dark, the lines are blurred and hard to read.
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This is when we expect our history to save us from the facts.
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Shaky memories give way to the unshakable dates assigned to celebrate.
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You sacrifice precision for convenience of indecision.
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This breathless August night
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Can no longer hide us from the sight
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Of some shameless mantra we decide
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Is the way to get around the problem
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And I¡¯ll never go back to sleep tonight
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I¡¯ll never go back to sleep tonight
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I want to go back to sleep tonight
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I¡¯ll never go back to sleep tonight
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You went away for just a week or two
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It¡¯s so unfashionable to be alone with you
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I crave a simple silence unfettered by non-compliance
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This breathless August night
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Can no longer hide us from the sight
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Of some shameless mantra we decide
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Is the way to get around the problem
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And I¡¯ll never go back to sleep tonight
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I¡¯ll never go back to sleep tonight
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I want to go back to sleep tonight
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I want to go back to sleep tonight
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One Version Of Events
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Sorry About Dresden |