| Under a stairwell inside of a dream
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| Hanging on me like lights on trees
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| Rain in the summer, fell through the heat
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| Days were like hours, months like weeks
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| I came around, jingled my keys
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| Watched for cops and checked my teeth
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| Collapsed in the bathroom and slept on the floor
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| Mentioned nothing of this to anyone I know
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| Saying everything I want to hear you say
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| Shine only for me
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| Constantly reaching
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| Chasing a feeling
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| Crawl up the steps to me
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| Burn all your sins away
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| Constantly reaching
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| All of these deep dreams
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| Always
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| Walk like men on Death Row do
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| Following my every move
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| A straight line, to the end of life
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| I can’t see the end or when the lights turn on
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| Squeeze the trigger slow, let it be a surprise
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| There was a war here, that face can’t lie
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| Into a hallway, between two beams
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| Smiling like children and giddy like thieves
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| Stealing moments
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| Removing time
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| Shifting creation to be by my side
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| Fought without reason
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| Belief without sight
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| You opened the door on this purple life
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| Walk like men on Death Row do
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| Following my every move
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| A straight line, to the end of life
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| I can’t see the end or when the lights turn on
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| Squeeze the trigger slow, let it be a surprise |