Blacking in and out
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in a strange flat
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in east London Somebody
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I don't really know just gave me
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something to help set me down
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and stop me always
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thinking about you And you know
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your life is heading
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in a questionable
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direction when youre off in days
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with strangers and
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you can't remember
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anything except way you sounded
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when you told me you didn't know
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what I should do
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It's a long road out to recovery
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from here a long way
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back to the light
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A long road out to recovery
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from here a long way
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back to whats right
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And so I wake up in the morning
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just like every other day
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and like every
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boring blues song
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I get swallowed by the pain
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so I fumble for your figure
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in the darkness
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just to make it go away
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But youre not lying there any
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longer and I know that
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it's my fault so I been crawling
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on the floor and
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pounding on the walls and
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I've been divvying my darkness
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and serotonin
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boosters cider and
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some kind of smelling salts
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a long road out to recovery
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from here a long way
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back to the light
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A long road out to recovery
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from here a long road
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to making it right
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so on the first night we met
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you said well darling
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lets make a deal
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if anybody ever asks
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us well lets say
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that we met in jail
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And thats the
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story that Im sticking
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to like a southern face
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that comforts but today I
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need to hear some truth
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if Im ever getting through
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this Yea you once sent
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me a letter that said
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if I was lost at sea close
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my eyes and catch a time
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idea and only think of me
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Well darling now I'm sinking
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I'm as lost as
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lost can be and I'm hoping
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you can drag me broken down
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and out to my recovery
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if you could just give me a sign
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and just a subtle
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little glimmer a
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suggestion that youd have me
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if I could only make me
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better then I would stand
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a little taller and stand
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a little stronger all the time
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Because I know you are a cynic
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but I think I can convince you
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Because broken people
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can get better if they really
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want to Or at least that’s
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what I have to tell myself
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if I am hoping to survive
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Well it’s a long road out to
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recovery from here
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A long way back to the light
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A long road out to recovery
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from here
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A long way to making it right
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So darling sweet lover
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won’t you help me to recover
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Darling sweet lover
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won’t you help me to recover
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Darling sweet lover
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won’t you help me to recover
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Darling sweet lover one day
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this will all be over
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Recovery
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| Frank Turner |
