| The lights go out
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| The city sleeps tonight
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| The sound of silence, feel walls whispering loud
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| I admire you when the sun is dreaming quietly
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| Streetlights let the awkward shine bright
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| Shadows running fast, frightened to get punished from the light
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| I’m not afraid of the sun but i don’t like how you change
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| By the end of the night — with the start of dawn
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| In the daylight faces look so bright
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| Plastic smile! |
| I do not fit in living a hollow life
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| Sharing this place by day with these judging eyes
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| Dead lanterns bring back to mind —
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| Feeling home in the street lights
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| I walk relentless through my play
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| You’re the stage: a cold and calm paradise
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| My potential escape into the life
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| Cause no one can take away your stories
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| No one can steal these memories
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| You talk to me, still by my side
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| One steady fellow through the night
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| So i don’t even care
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| Your words and hands can’t tie me down
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| I can stand the times of pain
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| The scars I earn, the names I own
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| The dirty things I smell foremost
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| The city writes its stories down
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| The memories are mine |