| Oh, in the strangest dreams, walking by your side
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| It is the hole you impose upon your life
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| When you’re out, loneliness, it crawls up in the ground
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| It’s what you feel, but can’t articulate out loud.
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| Oh you go to sleep on your own and you wake each day with your thoughts
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| And it scares you being alone
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| It’s a last resort
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| All you want is someone onto whom you can cling
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| Your mother warned of strangers and the dangers they may bring
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| Your dreams and memories are blurring into one
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| The scenes which hold the waking world slowly come undone
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| You’ll come undone
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| Oh, you go to sleep on your own,
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| And you wake each day with your thoughts
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| And it scares you being alone,
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| It’s a last resort
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| You go to sleep on your own
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| And you wake each day with your thoughts
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| And it scares you being alone, it’s a last resort
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| OhOhOh…
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| Don’t talk to strangers,
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| And don’t walk into danger.
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| Don’t talk to strangers,
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| And don’t walk into danger.
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| Oh you go to sleep on your own,
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| And you wake each day with your thoughts
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| And it scares you being alone,
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| It’s a last resort
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| You go to sleep on your own,
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| And you wake each day with your thoughts
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| And it scares you being alone,
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| It’s a last resort
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| Don’t talk to strangers
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| Oh you go to sleep on your own,
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| And you wake each day with your thoughts
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| And it scares you being alone,
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| It’s a last resort… |