When the clock beats two and night kisses the morning A dizzy farewell song keeps clawing my ears The sense of my head obeys and goes alarming But the pipers within my chest keep blowing their horns So if youre in doubt Im not desperate by the hour You know Ive tried To break this dead end of ours And pass like a dove But its too late to exit from love Its too late to pass through I really should Well, Im captured by a clich But I cant find no door I always waited politely to sometimes get chosen And Ive blamed my sweet little mum I aint no fortunate son For so long Ive chewed these words with no chance to use em For so long Ive really thought I was the only one So if Im not Let us share all these drunken hours And let us fly From the roof of this tower To higher above For its too late to exit from love Its too late to pass through I really should Well, Im captured by a clich But I cant find no door Its too late little baby
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