| Baby in the dead of night
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| When my head’s going round and burning
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| Things that fill the heart with dread
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| Messing up my bed
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| I’m tossing, turning
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| Eyes that bore a hole through X-ray proof walls
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| Staring through the pit of my soul
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| Once I saw an insane man break his teeth
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| Trying to chew through iron bars
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| In the dark of 2 a. |
| m
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| When I see you there
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| Breathing easily
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| Breathe that angels breath on me
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| Breathe away the fear
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| So I sleep peacefully
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| Innocence will always be the only true moral alibi
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| But I should never try to protect you
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| From being aware of our crimes
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| And when the night turns to day
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| Dark turns to gray
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| It finds me
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| Alone with those memories
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| Night turns to day
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| Dark turns to grey
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| And leaves me
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| Tired and cold again
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| Must it always be
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| That we of necessity
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| Acquire understanding
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| And with that knowledge
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| Must we gain
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| All the mental pain
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| Of comprehension?
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| The man stood only inches from my face
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| Intelligence sparked in his eyes
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| His gums a mute and bleeding mess of teeth
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| The people who were with me laughed till they cried
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| Night turns to day
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| Dark turns to grey
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| It finds me
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| Alone with those memories
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| Night turns to day
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| Dark turns to grey
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| And leaves me
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| Tired and cold again
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| Must it always be
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| That we of necessity
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| Acquire understanding
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| And with that knowledge
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| Must we gain
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| All the mental pain
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| Of comprehension?
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| The man stood only inches from my face
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| Intelligence sparked in his eyes
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| His gums a mute and bleeding mess of teeth
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| The people who were with me laughed till they cried
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| I never think that there’s any of this will touch you
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| But baby your mummy and daddy are praying
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| That this world we leave will turn out good for you… |