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Lost sight of the morning
Now lay in bed
Got into a quarrel
In my own head
Well, I lost
One little drop to douse the fire
To put out the day
A loss of hope, a man on wire
A little saturday
I set up the ramparts, very intricate
Self-taught in the fine arts
Of barricades
Go away
One little drop to douse the fire
To put out the day
A loss of hope, a man on wire
A little saturday
One little drop to douse the fire
To put out the day
A loss of hope, a man on wire
A little saturday