Half-awake

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Stay out super late tonight picking apples, making pies
Put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
We’re half-awake in a fake empire
We’re half-awake in a fake empire
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Tiptoe through our shiny city with our diamond slippers on
Do our gay ballet on ice
Bluebirds on our shoulders
We’re half-awake in a fake empire
We’re half-awake in a fake empire
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Turn the light out say goodnight
No thinking for a little while
Lets not try to figure out everything at once
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
We’re half-awake in a fake empire
We’re half-awake in a fake empire.
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(Fake empire, The National)
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[After all, I guess that was it...]
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