I wake up exhausted, it's not morning.
...It's back to sleep to re-dream me.
We're alone and we're happy, but there you are, angry with me. Are you alright? I can stand up straight. Are you alright? Can you get me off your mind?
I hated this city before you came here, so let go and move on.
We're strangers, we're not friends, I hate this and I hate them.
This city's exhausted and it's wound up.
(Soon to be a place that's just filled up).
And I found out that you're angry, and you're sorry you ever met me.
Are you alright? I can stand up straight.
Are you alright? Can you get me off your mind?
I am alright. I can stand up straight.
Are you alright? Can you get me off your mind?
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