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Standing in the dark outside the house |
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Breathing in the cold and sterile air |
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Well I was thinking how it must feel |
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To see that little light |
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And watch it as it disappears |
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And fades into and fades into the night |
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So I know you're going pretty soon |
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Radiation sore throat got your tongue |
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Magic markers tattoo you |
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And show it where to aim |
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And strangers break their promises |
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You won't feel any, you won't feel any pain |
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And the streets are jammed with cars |
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Rockin' their horns to race |
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To the wire of the unfinished line |
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Thought that I'd forget, all about the past |
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But it doesn't let me run too fast |
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And I just wanna stand outside |
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And know that this is right |
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And this is true and I will not fade into |
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Fade into the night |
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Standing here in the dark |
