Placebo perform 'In The Cold Light Of Morning' live at Vienna's Radiokulturhaus on April 14th 2006.
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Placebo - 1996
Without You I’m Nothing - 1998
Black Market Music - 2000
Sleeping with Ghosts - 2003
Meds - 2006
Battle For The Sun - 2009
Loud Like Love - 2013

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In The Cold Light of Morning lyrics:

In cold light of morning
While everyone is yawning, you're high
In the cold light of morning
The party gets boring, you're high

As your skin starts to scratch
And wave yesterdays action goodbye
Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions, you're high
In the cold light

In the cold light of morning
While everyone's yawning, you're high
In the cold light of morning
You're drunk sick from whoring and high

Staring back from the mirrors
A face that you don't recognise
It's a loser, a sinner
A cock in a dildo's disguise
In the cold light

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

As your skin starts to scratch
And wave yesterdays action goodbye
Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions, you're high
In the cold light of day


Tomorrow's only a kettle
Whistle, whistle
Whistle, whistle
Whistle, whistle
Whistle, whistle
Whistle away

In the cold light of day