[Intro – live crowd ambience, distant cheering] [Spoken – Female Vocal] It's strange... You wake up, and for a few seconds you don't remember where you are. Then everything comes back. The room. The morning. All the things you were supposed to do. And somehow... you've already had enough. ... Anyway. This one's called "Thoughts". [guitar feedback slowly rises] I sit alone in the darkness of the room I wait for something new Mmm mmm mmm I think about yesterday and tomorrow What a pointless thought Oh oh oh The sun breaks through the clouds A thin light across the floor Mmm mmm mmm I startle from my thoughts What was I thinking? Damn what was I supposed to do My phone's face down on the table No messages, just the buzz from the fridge I rub my eyes and look around At the clothes on the chair and the half-made bed Mmm mmm mmm The kettle's cold, the mug's still dry I keep circling back to the same old thought One foot in the morning, one foot stuck Trying to remember what the fuck Oh oh oh Maybe I should open the window a little Let the light outshine the dark Maybe I should feel something Before the silence becomes too loud Mmm mmm mmm [final guitar chord rings out]
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