| The city called me, so I came
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| It isn’t mine to question what it said
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| I sleep until the point when I’m awake
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| I walk until there’s nothing left to tread
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| And everyone was looking for answer
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| And everyone was waiting for a break
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| I came and I was bored of it soon after
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| But I had nowhere to go, and so I stayed
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| I dreamed a lifetime of this place
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| It seemed an awful thing to waste
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| Oh, the morning fills my mouth up with decay
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| But I like it, it reminds me how you taste
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| Sometimes I feel you rising up behind me like the wind
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| But I still try to look away
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| And what will you look like when you’re old?
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| What will I do if I don’t know you?
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| I guess that I decided not to ask the day I took the road
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| Down to the city as it called
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| Sun making silhouettes of gauze
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| I don’t remember you at all
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| So the city called me and I came
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| It isn’t mine to question why
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| Sometimes the clouds will part ahead, I hear your name
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| It’s like a choir in the sky
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| And what will you look like when you’re old?
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| What will I do if I don’t know you?
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| I guess that I decided not to ask the day I took the road
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| Down to the city as it called
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| Sun making silhouettes of gauze
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| I don’t remember you at all
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| They pulled a human from my waist
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| It had your mouth, it had your face
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| I would have kept it if I’d stayed |