Pack the mornin’ up, it's gone away<br />
Everybody here is wide awake<br />
I'm addicted to your aging face<br />
Little deaths and little lives replaced<br />
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Seize the back-me-ups and climb the stairs<br />
Fraction of the man who didn't care<br />
Idols are the parks designed for weak<br />
You and me, and me, and you and me<br />
<br />
All the former fathers re-appear<br />
Try to find a space close to hear<br />
Place the bruises up inside the clocks<br />
This is hard and then this is not<br />
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Leave me standing with my lady's death<br />
Housing up the holes like we're a breath<br />
Guess the night pretends to be asleep<br />
You and me, and me, and you and me