You're lying on your bed
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And making shadows on the wall
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It's almost too hot to move
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Outside your window
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People are driving home from work
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For the weekend
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But your waiting for the phone to ring
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Your gonna tell her exactly what you think
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You practice getting your mouth around the words
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That explain the way you feel
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You've been scared to show your real self
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In case she doesn't like what she sees
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You've been a prostitute to humility
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She's invaded your life
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And you've got to live apart
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In order to survive
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You were emotionally independent
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But starved of affection
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But now you've been trapped by tenderness
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And been beaten into submission
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It's now way past the hour she usually phones
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You've decided not to tell her your little joke
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Where could she have got to?
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Why is she torturing you?
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You roll on your side
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And run your fingers through your hair
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Your scared of losing her
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And facing yourself
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A red sky at night may be a shepherds delight
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But your cutting chunks from your heart
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And rubbing the meat into your eyes
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She can't leave you now
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You've given up all your friends
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You're relying on her
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For your independence
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She can't leave you here
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Alone and defenseless
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You're relying on her
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For your independence
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(x2)
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You're relying on her
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(xToFade)
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The Twilight Hour
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