| Silence now
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| I want it quiet now
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| I wanna feel the clock inside my brain start winding down
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| Don’t you see I’m in a spaceship dream
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| And the red light on your motorbike’s a scream?
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| When I get my bearings, soon it’s always something new
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| Hating all the waiting for the day I won’t remember you
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| There’s never time to set things right
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| There’s too much time to try
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| Only in November do I cry
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| I try to fly, but when I go too high
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| I see in seeking my own level, I diminish
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| Misery doesn’t want company
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| And when it does, I cut it right off at the knees
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| When I get my bearings, soon it’s always something new
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| Missing, wishing hopelessly, and hating myself for it, too
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| There’s never time to set things right
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| There’s too much time to try
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| Only in November do I cry
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| Let’s go!
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| Celebration of a lovesick nation
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| That’s surrounded by a shining sea of broken hearts
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| I’m still asleep, laughing inside my dream
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| Because the red light on your motorbike’s a scream
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| When I get my bearings, soon it’s always something new
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| Hating all the waiting for the day I won’t remember you
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| There’s never time to set things right
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| There’s too much time to try
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| Only in November do I cry
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| There’s never time to set things right
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| There’s always time to try
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| Only in November do I cry
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| And the red light on your motorbike’s a scream
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| Yeah, the red light on your motorbike’s a scream
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| Yeah, the red light on your motorbike’s a scream
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| Yeah, the red light on your motorbike’s a scream |