At The Door

The Strokes

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    I can't escape it
    I'm never gonna make it out of this in time
    I guess that's just fine
    I'm not there quite yet
    My thoughts, such a mess
    Like a little boy
    What you runnin' for?

    Arrive at the door
    Anyone home?
    Have I lost it all?

    Struck me like a chord
    I'm an ugly boy
    Holdin' out the night
    Lonely after light
    You begged me not to go
    Sinkin' like a stone
    Use me like an oar
    And get yourself to shore

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    A bang at the door
    Anyone home?
    It's just what they do
    Right in front of you
    Like a cannonball
    Slammin' through your wall
    In their face, I saw
    What they're fightin' for

    I can't escape it
    I'm never gonna make it to the end, I guess

    Struck me like a chord
    I'm an ugly boy
    Holdin' out the night
    Lonely after light
    Bangin' on the door
    I don't wanna know
    Sinkin' like a stone
    So use me like an oar

    Hard to fight what I can’t see
    Not tryna build
    No dynasty
    I can't see beyond this wall
    But we lost this game
    So many times before

    Lying on the cold floor
    I'll be waiting, yeah
    I'll be waiting from the other side
    Waiting for the tide to rise
    Lying on the cold floor
    I'll be waiting, yeah
    I'll be waiting from the other side
    Waiting for the tide to rise

    Song details

    Composition: Julian Casablancas, Fabrizio Morretti, Albert Hammond Jr, Nicholas Valensi, Nikolai Fraiture, and Paul Vincent Vassallo

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