What can be scraped together, from our long worn emotions?
Handfuls of hate and a bittersweet devotion
'Cause I am pushing cobwebs, and I'm folding into myself
Who will find me under this mean sleep?

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How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you
And it hurts coming back to life

You could burn a thousand days and I would need no other light
You could die a thousand ways and I'd still love you back to life
Without a lover to wake me,
And my loneliness like quicksand,
Who will find me under this mean sleep?

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I had a mean sleep over you
And it hurts coming back to life

I am lost to the longing
I am molded by the memory
Had to shut down half my mind just to fill the space you left behind
'Cause I am moving cobwebs, and I'm folding into myself
Who will find me under this mean sleep?

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I had a mean sleep over you
Oh it hurts, coming back to life

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