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So come |
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Out of my shadow |
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Where your shadow |
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Falls upon me |
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Come |
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Back from your suicide |
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With that face that you hide |
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That only I can see |
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See how clearly I do not fit |
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In the place that you've been making |
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Now since I re-awakened to some memory |
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Come to think of it |
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I think that we should quit |
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I don't fit in there at all |
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Ah, so come |
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Ah, come |
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Come into my window |
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Where twisted by the [?] |
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In the sun |
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It's not really all that bad |
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But the chances you've been takin' |
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And that rattle you've been shakin' |
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With that moon on the run |
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Well, I think of it |
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I think that we should quit |
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Ah, I don't fit in there at all |