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I could dream I won you back
Cos New York's an insomniac
It wouldn't even know where it should look
But I just need a little time
To fatten up the fish I'm frying
So how about you let me off the hook

I'm in trouble again
Really in for it - ain't I?
Nearly died on the 10
Now I don't feel like the same

Look what you started
Is this what you wanted?
You took me to the desert
And left me there haunted
Now I don't really know if I deserve redemption
But I don't need another reason making me feel bad
Oh no

Why can't we just be ourselves
When it does wonders for your health
And all you've got to do is take it slow
Time starts burning at both ends
And pocket dialing famous friends
And acting like there's somewhere else to go

I'm in trouble again
Really in for it - ain't I?
Nearly died on the fence
Now I don't feel like the same

Look what you started
Is this what you wanted?
You took me to the desert
And left me there haunted
Now I don't really know if I deserve redemption
But I don't need another reason making me feel bad
Oh no

Look what you started
Is this what you wanted?
You took me to the desert
And left me there haunted
Now I don't really know if I deserve redemption
But I don't need another reason making me feel bad
Oh no

We took a trip under the lunar eclipse
The road fell and twisted into cracks in our lips
Started with nothing but we ended like this
Out on a trip under the lunar eclipse

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