| Shadows, angels, cramps, heathens and blood
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| Or is it the fluid that I feel a cold sweating flood?
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| The hours of the day and night and weeks
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| Are mashing up into a nightmare where pixies streak
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| Is this for real or an imaginary world?
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| I gotta keep my head up straight above the swirl
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| Gotta stay in focus, don’t close your eyes
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| Gotta scribble my emotions with truth and lies
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| I’m getting out of my own way
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| Can’t stand to be alone
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| Kick the demon, take the fight
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| Good morning midnight, well, alright
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| It’s hard to even localize the rain
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| But my tears are pouring down like driving rain
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| The dream is real but the ghosts are out of sight
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| At the end down this tunnel, I see light
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| I’m getting out of my own way
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| Can’t stand to be alone
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| Kick the demon, take the fight
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| Good morning midnight, well, alright
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| Doctor, doctor, there’s a black cloud under my bed
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| Get rid of all my mind creeps in my head
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| I’m getting out of my own way
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| Can’t stand to be alone
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| Kick the demon, take the fight
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| Good morning midnight, well, alright
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| I’m getting out of my own way
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| Can’t stand to be alone
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| Kick the demon, take the fight
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| Good morning midnight, well, alright |