| So you’re lying in your underwear
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| Oh, in someone else’s bed
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| And the silence is so dangerous
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| It’s a terrible sense of dread
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| So I have another cigarette
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| And I just try to forget
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| How did I end up all alone?
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| How did we all end up dead?
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| Sunday morning when the rain begins to fall
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| I believe I’ve seen the end of it all
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| Sunday morning when the rain begins to fall
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| I’ve got the cure for it all
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| And my dirty little secret
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| Has a wretched little name
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| In the filthy morning after
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| I have walked the walk of shame
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| Oh, and you’ll be the end of me
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| As I have been the death of you
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| And I quite enjoy your suffering
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| Oh, I want to watch the view
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| Sunday morning when the rain begins to fall
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| I believe I’ve seen the end of it all
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| Sunday morning when the rain begins to fall
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| I’ve got the cure for it all
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| Are you there when I’m ready to top myself
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| Are you there when I’m all alone
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| Do you even know why I am suffering
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| Are you down to your bones?
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| Are you down to your bones?
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| Are you down to your bones?
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| Sunday morning when the rain begins to fall
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| I believe I’ve seen the end of it all
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| Sunday morning when the rain begins to fall
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| It’s the end of the world
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| I never said I would try for you
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| I never said I would die for you
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| I never said I would try for you
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| I never said I would die for you |