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There were lights inside this dream |
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Someone came here |
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And turned them out on me |
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Now it's dark and |
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I can't see |
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There's always someone with, |
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With something they need |
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And I give myself away |
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And the takers always take |
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And they wear my skin |
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Like a cape and fly around |
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With nothing to say |
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I crawled inside this room |
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Looking for somewhere |
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To heal these wounds |
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There's knocking at the door |
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There's always someone |
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Asking for more |
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And I give myself away |
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And the takers take what they take |
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And they wear my skin |
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Like a cape and fly around |
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With nothing to say |
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I burn myself inside |
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I found nowhere else to hide |
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But the burning caught their eyes |
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And they warm themselves |
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Around this dying fire |
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And I give myself away |
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And the takers always take |
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And I tried to walk away |
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But I lost my heart |
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And I lost my faith |