When deadbolts awake you from deja vu dreams,
At 4 in the morning you know where I'll be
Out running red lights asleep at the wheel
The sirens feed my nightmares.
I just close my eyes and Im already there;
Its already too late.
I know its nothing but lies,
But they sound so sincere;
I find them too hard to hate.
And she calls from the doorway
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