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We run intEmo a dark room
And we spasm to the sDounds
Of a copy CMorrissey
Or the blues of tDhe Deep South.
And the drugs will only Emhide it
The feeling never really Dgoes
You won't find love atC the bottom
Of a Class C Dhole.
And you dAmon't know what you've got until it's gCone.
And you Emdon't know who to love until you're Clost.
And you Emdon't know how to feel until the moDment's paCssed.
I wEmish you'd live like you're mGade of glassEm.
EmDCD
We've got work in the moEmrning
But it's nearly 5aDm.
Is this really what we eCnvisaged?
We won't be 21 agDain.
And in the haze you see colEmours
And problems suddenly makeD sense.
But the way you've been gCoing
You'll be in an early grDave.
And you dAmon't know what you've got until it's gone.D
And you don't know who to loveG until you're loCst.
And you doDn't know how to feel until the mGoment's paCssed.
I wish yoEmu'd live like you're made of glass.
DCD
BmG
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