| Can you give me something?
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| Tonight, I’m so alone
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| The moon is upside down
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| Hanging on a telephone
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| But I remember every little bad dream
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| Every pretty slow dance
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| So can I pick you up later?
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| (When your temperature’s better)
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| If you need a little shelter
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| (Be your cool operator)
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| Keep it all quiet, yeah
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| (Just a little while)
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| Let the night wind you down, baby, down
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| And she smiles, how 'bout that?
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| I was just about to jump before you called me back
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| And you know the pain comes home
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| And the whispers come to call me in my bed when I’m alone
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| And I’ve lost so much more than I ever had
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| Now my name is the night, honey, color me black
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| C-color me black
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| Can I take you somewhere?
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| Would it make a difference?
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| Like pretty roses on a deathbed
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| But I remember, in your white dress
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| In your mama’s hands
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| So can I pick you up later?
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| (When your temperature’s better)
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| If you need a little shelter
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| (Be your cool operator)
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| Keep it all quiet, yeah
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| (Just a little while)
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| Let the night wind us down, baby, down
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| And she smiles, how 'bout that?
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| I was just about to jump before you called me back
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| And you know the pain comes home
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| And the whispers come to call me in my bed when I’m alone
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| And I’ve lost so much more than I ever had
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| Now my name is the night, honey, color me black
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| C-color me black
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| And how long, how long
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| Until you believe that part of me is gone?
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| With your sweet, naive kiss
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| Well I used to feel the same until I let the darkness in
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| And it cost me nothing, baby
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| Nah, nothing more than this
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| Nothing more than this useless heart in my chest
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| Nothing that I needed, nothing I regret
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| Nothing that I needed, and I’d do it all again
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| I’d do it all again
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| And she smiles, how 'bout that?
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| I was just about to jump before you called me back
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| But you know the pain comes home
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| And the whispers come to call me in my bed when I’m alone
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| Singing, «Ooh, not just yet»
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| When I go, I’ll be going out in flames and fiery wrecks
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| And the quiet to me, such an ominous sound
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| Said my name is the nighttime now
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| Yes, the quiet to me, such an ominous sound
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| And my name is the night, honey, color me black |