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Dirty Air
02:11
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It’s been a strange couple of months
With dirty air back in my lungs
Chairs stacked on tables every night
Before we finish that last pint
And I’m comfortable stuck in this rut
With every window painted shut
And every door locked tight
I’m staying in tonight
I lie awake in an unmade bed
Trying to make sense of my head
Nowhere to go and it’s cold outside
And it’s so convenient to hide
And I’m comfortable stuck in this rut
With every window painted shut
And every door locked tight
I’m staying in tonight
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2. |
The Dead of Night
02:51
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You said it was okay, that we slept right through the day
‘cos everything worth doing happens in the night time
We had more cans that we could carry and no sense of direction
We went towards the city, but lost our way
And ran, ran, ran and I don’t know why, we were invincible that night
We ran, ran, ran and I wish that I still felt invincible tonight
But I can’t sleep without picturing my death
And wondering how long I’ve got left
I woke up by a fountain with no idea what I’d done
I could’ve slept for hours if it wasn’t for the rising sun
You were in a worse state, we were lost and hopeless
We just sat there until we heard sirens on the horizon
Then we ran, ran, ran and I don’t know why, we were invincible that night
We ran, ran, ran and I wish that I still felt invincible tonight
But I can’t sleep without picturing my death
And wondering how long I’ve got left
I can’t sleep without picturing my death
And wondering how long I’ve got left
Then a few years later we tried to sleep behind
A fast food truck at the dead of night
But we were a little older and I was kinda scared
I couldn’t turn my mind off my body was unprepared
For the cold winds that bothered me like they never had before
The rain was lacerating, and I could run no more
The world seemed so much darker and I could barely see
I’d slowed to a crawl under eyes so heavy
But I can’t sleep without picturing my death
And wondering how long I’ve got left
I can’t sleep without picturing my death
And wondering how long I’ve got left
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3. |
Last Night's Clothes
02:26
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Sleeping bag on a fold out bed,
Empty cans and an aching head.
Fresh regrets and coping mechanisms
That I tell myself are rational decisions
And it’s alright as long as no one knows
That I’m still wearing last night’s clothes
I’m aware my perceptions are skewed
When watching the sunrise does not affect my mood
I’ll just stare out at a disappearing sky
And when the light goes out, so do I
And it’s alright as long as no one knows
That I’m still wearing last night’s clothes
And it’s alright as long as no one knows
That I’m still wearing last night’s clothes
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