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The night is like a blanket that's suffocating the fire |
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With a bow to the string and a note from the choir |
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I believe, and that's about as far as it goes |
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When you've been riding on the wings of a bloody murder of crows |
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Hold it all out, throw it into the wind |
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Let it lay down the line where the drama begins |
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Because if everything is covered and teetering on a whim |
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You can harmonize the sound of it's insecurity's hymn |
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When it's played, yeah, stripped down and shaved |
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Shipped off to battle in the shadow of the day |
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And if anything is salvaged from the battered up remains |
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You can sew it to your jacket and compensate for the pain |
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When it hits, when it speaks |
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Lick the blood right off of it's teeth |
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You'll grip those sheets in attempt to hide |
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And figure out that you've been running from the feeling of never leaving alive so |
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Hide, sleep with the lights on |
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You feel like you can be at peace with the lights on here |
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So cover up your face, and fight away that taste |
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That makes you want to run and hide, hide, hide |
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And sleep with the lights on |
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You stand up on your tiny feet when the night's gone here (Night's gone here) |
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When the night's gone here |
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Swallow that lump inside of your throat |
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Open up the closet and push aside all the clothes |
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You believe, and never needed more to be said |
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To leave you scared of that little gap between the floor and your bed |
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So you jump, leaping over all of your options |
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And retreat right back to that bed we call a coffin |
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To sleep, never actually getting a wink |
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Due to all the little devils that dance around in your dreams |
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And attack you, pull you under the bed with their hands |
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And take away the chance of you ever making a stand |
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And if anything actually ever went as you planned |
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That you could retrace the steps that you ran |
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But only if it hits, if it speaks |
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You could fight it to the death in the streets |
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You'll grip those sheets in attempt to hide |
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And figure out that you've been running from the feeling of never leaving alive |
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So hide, you'll stay awake |
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So hide, we all know that you will stay awake |
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Hide, sleep with the lights on |
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You feel like you can be at peace with the lights on here |
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So cover up your face, and fight away that taste |
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That makes you want to run and hide, hide, hide |
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And sleep with the lights on |
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You stand up on your tiny feet when the night's gone here (Night's gone here) |
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When the night's gone here |
