| There’s still life in the heart
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| You’re coming down; |
| I’m going with you
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| It’s easier in the soft light of the shimmery, shadow windows
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| And babe, I’d like you to meet someone
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| When you meet her, please be serious
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| She thinks it doesn’t matter
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| If you’re familiar with her sisters and her disease
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| I hate the one thing I need
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| I just don’t trust you now baby
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| All over the leaves on the ground
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| I walk around
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| I’m late for hundreds of things
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| The walls are thin but I can’t reach through them
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| I’m chasing dragons down the streets
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| My eyes are feeble and filled with poison
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| And babe, I’m just like the best thing
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| That could happen, happen to someone
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| Now I’m seething from the inside, cast it to the outside
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| Reaching your side of your cheeks
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| I hate the one thing I need
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| I just don’t trust you now baby
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| All over the streets on the town
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| I walk around |