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Blackness sliding everywhere |
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you took the train to come undaunted |
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Cause it can't be late |
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Toxic shadows in the air |
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you find your own with a compulsion |
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Now It's too late |
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Tell me how'd you'd like to be |
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Then I'd listen and then I'd see |
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With nowhere left to go inside of you |
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Would you know what should be done lying, dying in the sun |
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Praying for the rising of the moon |
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I smell coal dust in your hair |
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You who bakes in A house of fire |
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with your feeling finger |
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Take my hard rock, put it there |
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Ooh babe just a little bit higher |
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I smell coal dust in your hair |
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You who bakes in A house of fire |
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with your feeling finger |
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Take my hard rock, put it there |
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Ooh babe just a little bit higher |
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Tell me you'd like to be |
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Then I'd listen and then I'd see |
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With no where left to go inside of you |
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Wouldn't you know what should be done |
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As you lay dying in the sun |
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The ragged crows close in the afternoon |
