I'm facing up, with bloody hands and face
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Until the daylight breaks
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The softness of, I’ve got a heavy heart
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You're pressing on my palms
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Enter a night, an image bathed in sound
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And as I close my eyes
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I watch myself, I'm sleeping in your car
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And as you drive me home
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So I don't mind
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I don't mind
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And as you drive me home
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I'm facing up
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The softness of
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Enter a night
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I watch myself
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The mountains move, I shiver in a dream
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Although these memories
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Shed my skin, whatever clothes we wear
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We can become those clothes
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I stare and say, "You are encompassing."
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So I don't mind
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I don't mind
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I'm facing up
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The softness of
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Enter a night
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I watch myself
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I don't mind
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I watch myself
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