In the dawn on the roof
There's a semblance of truth
In the half light that sings to me of you
With my bottle full of sin
I hoist a toast to the mesin
That these black clouds
Mean monsoon
Because the sun refused to shine
Since you left me dumb and blind
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
And every word I never spoke
Dies like a spark smothered in smoke
Pulled from the glow
Of a shitty cigarette
And I probably should shave
And dig myself out of this grave
But I can't go
No, not just yet
Mostly the nights
They ain't half bad
It's the days that seem designed to drive you mad
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
So tonight in the bar of this hotel bizarre
I'll write some postcards and throw them away
And maybe someday I'll leave here
But the drinks
They are so cheap here
And somebody's always got to pay
And it feels like the end of the world
And it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
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