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Yesterday I spent asleep, woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap Spent the night trying to make a deadline Squeezing complicated lives into a simple headline I have your face in an old polaroid Tidying the children's clothes and toys You're smiling back at me, took the photo from the fridge Can't remember whatever we did Haven't been with a woman, it feels like it's been years Thought of you the whole time, your salty tears This shitty world sometimes produces a rose The scent of it lingers but then it just goes Return the call to home. The worst of us are a long, drawn out confession The rest of us are geniuses of compression. You say you're not gonna leave the truth alone I'm here 'cause I don't wanna go home. Child drinkin' dirty water from the riverbank Soldier brings oranges he got out from a tank Waiting on the waiter, he's taking a while to come Watching the sun go down in Lebanon Return the call to home. I got a head like a lit cigarette. Unholy clouds reflecting a minaret You're so high above me, higher than everyone Where are you in the Cedars of Lebanon? Choose your enemies carefully 'cause they will define you Make them interesting, 'cause in some ways they will mind you They're not there in the beginning but when your story ends Gonna last with you longer than your friends
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