Daylight, let it stir youLet it kiss the sleep out
I'm counting starsLying underWatching you through my wallsAll the lights
Anytime that you fall asleepI'm wide awakeAnytime that you leave
Blades of grassThat shiver as I passThe world's asleep but
Don't forget meBring me downDon't let mePromise youThings I cannot
You are on the second floorHanging out the window watching
Lonely lola cherry cola girlHow much do they pay you
Making a scene, I'm coming cleanThought I'd like to put
I'm just an ordinarySame old, nothing newI can tell you
Wring out my guilt and hang it on the lineIt's
Fire inside my shoesStill walking forwardBut back to youI suppose
This frame of mindYoung hollow manSaid all I've got to
Wide, wider than the cut that's through my prideThat I'm
Welcome to my kitchen, I will just about be dishin'up
Walk around the bathroomFill the sinkWander round the kitchenMake a
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