| Icicle on the edge of the sky
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| I reach out slowly just like I was blind
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| And I hear voices that howl on a freak of night
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| Then I see myself shattered in your eye
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| What could it be?
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| (Ay, ay-ay, ay) You’re one of my tribe
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| (Ay, ay-ay, ay) You were born to be mine
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| 'Cause you’re one of my tribe
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| Captured in the shadow and crawling in the dark
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| It’s gonna be a cruel year, it’s gonna take me to the heart
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| And, hell, no wonder you’re out there, so won’t you come on in?
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| And all doors are open, need to slide inside your skin
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| What could it be?
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| (Ay, ay-ay, ay) Oh you’re one of my tribe
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| (Ay, ay-ay, ay) You were born to be mine
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| You’re one of my tribe
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| (Oh eh-oh eh-oh)
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| I have this dream here, I have this desire
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| To lay right down with you on a funeral pyre
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| I wake up crying, I wake up alone
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| Oh come on, come on, I’ve come to take you home
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| What could it be? |
| Oh
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| (Ay, ay-ay, ay) Oh, you’re one of my tribe
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| (Ay, ay-ay, ay) You were one of my kind; |
| oh
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| (Ay, ay-ay, ay) You’re one of my tribe
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| (Ay, ay-ay, ay) You were born to be mine
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| You’re one of my tribe
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| (Ay ay, ay-ay-ay) (Ay ay, ay-ay-ay)
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| (Ay ay, ay-ay-ay) (Ay ay, ay-ay-ay)
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| (Ay ay, ay-ay-ay) (Ay ay, ay-ay-ay)
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| (Ay ay, ay-ay-ay…Ay ay, ay-ay-ay) |