| Between her dreams and oxygen
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| The end is all she ever asked
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| Engine’s warm, it’s dark outside
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| A hidden tear behind her mask
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| Black walls closing in again
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| Losing sleep and lost in time
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| She’ll close her eyes and unlock mine
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| She turns water into wine
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| And she says she’s no substitute
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| And she’s always dropping blue
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| And they say there’s no reward for you
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| But all their lies end on a Monday
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| Black walls closing in again
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| Losing sleep and lost in time
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| She’ll close her eyes and unlock mine
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| She turns water into wine
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| And she says she’s no substitute
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| And she’s always dropping blue
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| And they say there’s no reward for you
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| But all their lies end on a Monday
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| They’ll drink theirs, I’ll drink mine
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| They’ll drink theirs, I’ll drink mine
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| They’ll drink theirs, I’ll drink mine
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| They’ll drink theirs, I’ll drink mine
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| Raining pain from black walls
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| She fills up the glass again
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| (They'll drink theirs, I’ll drink mine)
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| (They'll drink theirs, I’ll drink mine)
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| She turns water into wine
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| She turns water into wine
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| She turns water into wine
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| She turns water into wine |