| I want something to come and take me under for the winter
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| And light the wick inside me like an ember in a flame
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| So if my cold reflection tries to take my body over
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| At least I’ll have the sense to walk away
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| I do not want to rustle and awake my inner demons
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| Although I have some leverage they got everything to gain
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| If they should ever surface and reveal the thoughts I’m thinking
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| I fear that I may never get it straight
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| So maybe I should get some distance
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| Put a little space between myself and all the wreckage
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| Don’t want the mutiny inside of me to rise and overshadow
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| Everything that I know
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| Born another dollar sign along with all the others
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| Now, who would I be fooling if I said I wasn’t bored
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| With these idea peddlers hustling for my attention
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| But I don’t want to hustle anymore
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| So won’t you come and meet me over here among the ruins
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| We’ll keep the torch inside us like an ember in a flame
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| And if our cold reflection ever tries to take us backwards
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| We’ll never make the same mistake again
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| So maybe we should get some distance
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| Put a little space between ourselves and all the wreckage
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| Don’t want the mutiny inside of us to rise and overshadow
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| Everything that we know
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| Go where we want tell me what you see
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| So far beyond the haze
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| This much I know
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| We don’t want to be
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| Caught in the fray
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| Go where we want tell me what you see
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| So far beyond the haze
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| This much I know
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| We don’t want to be
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| Caught in the fray
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| Caught in the fray |