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Green light, seven eleven |
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You stop in for a pack of cigarettes, |
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You don't smoke, Don't even want to, |
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hey now, check your change |
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Dressed up like a car crash |
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The wheels are turning but your upside down |
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You say when he hits you, You don't mind |
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Because when he hurts you, you feel alive |
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Oh, is that what it is |
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Red lights, gray morning |
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You stumble out on a whole in the ground |
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A vampire? or a victim? It depends on whose around |
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You used to stay up to watch the adverse, |
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You could to lip sing to the talk shows. |
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And if you look, you look through me, |
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And when you talked, its not to me |
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And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing |
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If I could stay, then a night would give you up |
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Stay, and the day would keep its trust |
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Stay, and the night would be alive |
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Far away, So close |
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Up with the static on the radio |
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With satellite, television |
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You can go any where |
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Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast, and Berlin |
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And if you listen I can call |
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And if you jump, you just might fall |
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And if you shout I'll only hear you |
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If I could stay, then a night would give you up |
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Stay, and the day would keep its trust |
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Stay, with the demons you drowned |
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Stay, with the spirit I found |
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Stay, and the night would be alive. |
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Ohohohoh |
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Ohohohoh |
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Ohohohoh |
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Ohohohoh |
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Three o' clock in the morning |
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It's quiet and there's no one around. |
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Just a bang and a clatter, |
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As angel runs to ground. |
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Just a bang and a clatter, |
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As angel hits the ground. |
