| Night 52 was the cruelest of those nights
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| Would have been easier to just pick a fight
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| Would have been easier to just pick a fight
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| Hey yeah
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| White
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| And then suddenly a hint of blood, a shout
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| You were turning down your face, I held you tight
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| You were turning down your face, I held you tight (hey yeah, ooh)
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| I want it open
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| So cut it open
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| Cut it open so you could see through it
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| And now I’m lace-like
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| Now I’m lace-like
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| Now I’m lace-like for the rain to come through
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| I try
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| Not to live with all the numbers you shed
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| But I fail
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| Again
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| Cause 52's stuck in my head
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| One
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| On the 23rd of them we lived as one
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| We were winded but nothing had come undone
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| We were winded but nothing had come undone (hey yeah)
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| From
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| Forty one, I can only recall your palms
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| It was you who said «no mercy for bygones»
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| It was you who said «no mercy for bygones»
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| (hey yeah, ooh)
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| I want it open
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| So cut it open
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| Cut it open so you could see through me
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| And now I’m lace-like
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| Now I’m lace-like
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| Now I’m lace-like for the rain to come through
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| I try
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| Not to live with all the numbers you shed
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| But I fail
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| Again
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| Cause 52's stuck in my head
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| I try
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| Not to live with all the numbers you shed
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| But I fail
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| Again
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| Cause 52's stuck in my head |