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Don't try to wake me up. Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow.
Don't believe anything you say anymore.
In the mourn, in the morning.
Bricks to this old house are breaking.
Steel would have weathered, but now forlorning.
It's alarming how loud the silence screams. No warn, no warn, no warning.
Addictions fill the table where the family used to sit.
And conversate, conversate to the sounds, to the sounds of the record player.
With it's jumping needle and the lights that grow dim over time, with downcast eyes.
There's more to living than being alive.
With downcast eyes.
There's more to living than being alive.
Are you where your thoughts should be?
So beautiful and only 23.
Opposition rests in the hearts with no, with no, with no opportunity.
It's not that we don't talk.
It's just no one ever listens and honesty fades.
Like a politician who lost in the course.
All smiles but no one remembers our names.
With downcast eyes there's more to living than being alive.
With downcast eyes there's more to living than being alive.
With downcast eyes there's more to living than being alive.
With downcast eyes there's more to living than being alive.
(Ahhhhh.)
Don't try to wake me up even if the sun really does come out tomorrow.
Don't believe anything I say anymore. In the mourn, in the morning.
With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive.
With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive.
With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive.
With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive.