My life’s become some blurry little quest
And the clock kept ticking slowly
And you leaned over and asked me
If I even had a clue where I was
Well I lied down on your wood floors
And my brain and body took course
And the night ended as though it never was
It all began to feel the same
I wanna know where they keep the rain
Passion Pit - Cry Like A Ghost
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