| I will bathe myself
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| Then I’ll wear you for the night
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| Colours fading, frayed at the sight
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| (You're changing in the night)
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| Oh why is your face so pale and white?
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| There’s a lot of words to call out
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| Just waiting for the perfect hideout
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| Down when the walls start shaking
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| I’m ready for you to find out
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| Ah-ooo-ooo
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| To find out
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| Ah-ooo-ooo
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| Now that the night has fled
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| Just like everything I said
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| When the moon was out instead
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| (Not sun, gold, soft and rain)
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| You burn through my mind, again and again, again, again
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| And again and again
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| There’s a lot of words to call out
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| Just waiting for the perfect hideout
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| Down when the walls start shaking
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| I’m ready for you to find out
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| Ah-ooo-ooo
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| To find out
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| Ah-ooo-ooo
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| There’s a lot of words to call out
|
| Just waiting for the perfect hideout
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| Down when the walls start shaking
|
| I’m ready for you to find out
|
| Ah-ooo-ooo
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| To find out
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| Ah-ooo-ooo |