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Creeping out into the night |
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Keep your hands outstretched and |
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your eyes closed tightly |
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Running out on your own |
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Don't answer the door or the telephone |
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This is no kind of a dream |
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Not a blessing but a curse |
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This is no illusion |
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You've had them before - |
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this isn't the first |
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Reaching out - so cold! |
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What did I say - did I do |
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To lose my hold on you |
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Everything you touch |
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With your finger tips - Hurts so much |
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There's a fallen wish |
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it's shattered on the ground like a broken gift |
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The Midas Vision |
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Was always beating in your heart |
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The foolish greed, the golden seed |
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Is dragging out and tearing you apart! |
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Reaching out - so cold! |
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What did I say - did I do |
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To lose my hold on you? |
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Reaching out with |
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all that I could give |
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What should I say - should I do |
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To make you.... |
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Holding out, holding out your hands |
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Open up, open up your eyes |
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Is that the knock |
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or the ringing of the bell |
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Open the door |
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to your own private hell. |
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Reaching out - so cold! |
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What did I say - did I do |
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To lose my hold on you? |
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Reaching out |
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with all that I could give |
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What should I say - should I do |
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To make you live again? |
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Reaching out - so cold! |
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What did I say - did I do |
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To lose my hold on you? |
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Reaching out |
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with all that I could give |
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What should I say - should I do |
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to make you live again? |
