Lyrics to In The Morning
Place the crowbar in my hand
Watch the TV spit the lights
Such a bad place where I'm living
Watch the city be the death of me tonight

A pile of dishes by the sink
A growling man's voice from outside
I've been falling while I'm sleeping
Watch the city be the death of me tonight

In this cold room by the door
I have [?] in my sky
In the morning I will kiss you
'Less the city be the death of me tonight

Headlights crossing in the street
Somehow the day has with me tight
I'm in a cold sweat on my old sheets
Watch the city be the dеath of me tonight

Watch the city be thе death of me tonight
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