| Racing the morning light over
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| Here it’s always cloudy
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| When it rains it’ll all be over
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| There’s just never enough time
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| We’re going nowhere so very fast
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| And everything else is changing
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| And flying through our present becomes the past
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| With every second that’s spent, We’re spent
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| Boats made from leaves
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| Sacrifice, wrapped in straw
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| When I was a kid, the world was in a bottle
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| Cause my friends they were different
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| I’ve got civilisations living amongst the tree’s
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| Whole families living inside of my own sleeves
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| In these stitches that I wore so thin
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| Waking up clutching shards of broken glass
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| Shattered reflections of a broken world
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| Waking up pouring drops of my own blood
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| Every time this happens we’re…
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| Going nowhere so very fast
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| And everything else is changing
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| And flying through our present becomes the past
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| With every second that’s spent, We’re spent
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| Oh I’m spent, I’m spent
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| The sounds are on repeat just like when we were 16
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| I can’t begin to explain…
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| Can’t begin to explain, anything!
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| They can’t all just be worlds in my head
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| Explore these doors I will find
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| This space I know I’ll find!
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| Going nowhere so very fast
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| And everything else is changing
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| And flying through our present becomes the past
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| Oh the past!
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| With every second that’s spent, We’re spent
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| Oh I’m spent, I’m spent! |