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In Spite Of These Times (Close Lobsters)

Force me back, I can't sleep when You won't let the moon get you down It may sound The walls of the world just gave way It's not like you to be so gone They fear you picked up that drink from me From your window I asked the sky "When can you fit me in?" Promise me that you'll never forget in spite of these times Promise me that you'll never forget in spite of these times My line in sight of everything A hand held me from the maelstrom A warm hand, a sticky hand Held me from the mob It just like me to get so gone I don't recall where I picked up that drink from From your window I asked the sky 'When can you fit me in?' Promise me that you'll never forget in spite of these times Promise me that you'll never forget in spite of these times Don't let it slip through your hands Don't let it slip through your hands Force me back, I can't sleep when (and sleep late) You won't let the moon get you down The walls of the world just gave way Problems and maelstrom and pestilence and greed From your window I asked the sky "When can you fit me in?" Promise me that I'd never forget in spite of these times Promise me that I'd never forget in spite of these times Don't let it slip through your hands Don't let it slip through your hands Don't let it slip through your fingers