| Down the stairs to the stone house
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| Golden light, oh what a fight, another sleepless night
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| Her dress’s, filigree
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| She tells me all her secrets then I’m back on the street
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| Oh
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| It’s hard, oh it’s hard to help yourself
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| When you don’t know where to begin
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| It’s the devil, it’s the boil, it’s the black of night
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| In your head, in your head
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| Do you see the fire heavy lit before this time
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| Know you the color of the end of, the end of the end
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| Silence is dancing to beating drum
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| Money is nothing but a loaded gun
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| Oh, whoa
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| And it’s hard, oh it’s hard to help yourself
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| When you don’t know where to begin
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| It’s the devil, it’s the boil, it’s the black of night
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| In your head, in your head
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| It’s hard, oh it’s hard to help yourself
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| When you don’t know where to begin
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| It’s the devil, it’s the boil, it’s the black of night
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| In your head, in your head
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| And it’s hard, oh it’s hard to help yourself
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| When you don’t know where to begin
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| In the midst of a moment can you break the boy
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| Can you tame a demon?
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| Light a candle in the dark, in the dark, in dark
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| In the dark, light a candle in the dark, in dark
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| In dark, in dark, oh, whoa, whoa
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| In the dark, light a candle in the dark, in dark
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| In dark, in dark |