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As a child |
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I hid between the pages |
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Cutting secret phrases overhead |
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But things we turn our back on when we're older |
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Only drag us back into our bed |
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Something's turning over |
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You'd better get out while you can |
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Something's turning over |
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Angels setting fire to the ocean |
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Pirates making liars out of men |
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No, I don't think we'll ever see their faces |
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I don't think we'll ever see the end |
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Something's turning over |
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You'd better get out while you can |
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Something's turning over |
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Get out while you're young |
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Get out while you're young |
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Every now and then |
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I feel them breathing |
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Moving through the rooms so quietly |
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And just because you never hear their voices |
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Don't mean they won't kill you in your sleep |