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Hour by hour

All the gaps in between I

Sit in this blue

Faux luxury room

With two sweaty palms

And a sore heart

Hour by hour

All the gaps in between I

Sit and I wait only

On my knees before God

And you

Now I won't shut my eyes

Because the ghosts

Are watching me

I'm being followed

By my memories

The sky's ink spilled on us

As the night undressed

And we slow dance to the sound

Of our apocalypse

Explain me something

I'm confused by what I see outside

They signed the papers for progress

But the hidden clause

Was class genocide

And apart from Rihanna

About whom I sometimes

Fantasize

The only one

Who lives in my heart

Is you

And these days as I pass

The suite of regret

And look in

To that showbiz star

Mirror of mine

All my gold

Has only half its' sheen

And my reflection

Only half its' size

And my heart is getting far

Too heavy to hide

And I won't shut my eyes

Because the ghosts

Are watching me

I'm being followed

By my memoires

The sky's ink spilled on us

As the night undressed

And we slow danced to the sound

Of our apocalypse

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