Thought I should come past your door.
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Tried to get trusted, initiate more.
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Thought I could listen this thing with reasoning.
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Some thieves can rob back their time.
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But I'm sleeping,
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Sleeping.
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I escape some more.
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Sometime I'm listening,
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I can't hear a thing.
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Sometime I melt on a cloud,
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I'm only wishing I can't do nothing.
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Reasons to stay underground.
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Sleeping.
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Sleeping.
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So much more.
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I try to stay back this time,
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Iris pro-fist to be incremental words.
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Tired admiration is fine,
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But it'll take much more.
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Sometimes I reach out,
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At the wrong kind of things.
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Sometimes I'm ripped on the floor,
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My own dignation means I can't do a thing,
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My sins to stay underground.
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Sleeping.
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Sleeping.
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Sleeping.
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But it'll take much more.
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Cause when I'm conscious I can't hear a sound.
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Sleeping.
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Sleeping.
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Sleeping.
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Sleeping
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Simple Minds |