| When I come alive, such a pretty light
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| I can be beautiful, I can be right
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| I can hold my own when I feel at home
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| I can be tender, I can be kind
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| When I’m on my feet, I can take the heat
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| But when I get low I prefer the cold
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| I can be a hard light to ignite
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| All my nightmares feel like real life
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| Wait for the explosion
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| Only to anticipate
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| Running in slow motion
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| I can never get away
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| Sweet paralysation
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| No one here to keep me safe
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| Hyperventilation
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| I’m about to go insane
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| Wake me up and keep me conscious
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| When I come alive, such a pretty light
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| I can be beautiful, I can be right
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| I can be the words, everything that hurts
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| All the things that keep you up in the night
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| Everything I fear, always meets me here
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| In the early hours dancing with my doubts
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| I can be a hard light to ignite
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| All my nightmares feel like real life
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| Wait for the explosion
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| Only to anticipate
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| Running in slow motion
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| I can never get away
|
| Sweet paralysation
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| No one here to keep me safe
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| Hyperventilation
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| I’m about to go insane
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| Wake me up and keep me conscious
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| Wake me up and keep me conscious
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| Wake me up and keep me conscious
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| Wake me up and keep me conscious
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| Wake me up and keep me
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| Keep me conscious
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| Wake me up and keep me conscious
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| Wake me up and keep me conscious
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| Wake me up and keep me conscious
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| Wake me up and keep me conscious
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| Wake me up and keep me conscious |