| In the wake of the night, Ahh
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| I wanna pray some but I’m all out of dance
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| So he let me topple over at the lights
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| The road is long to whence you walked
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| I don’t wanna be the one to wait
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| So I don’t walk that way anymore
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| In the rhythm of the moon
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| Like its body at the vanishing point
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| Everything I want becomes a ghost
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| Everything I want becomes a ghost
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| I’ll be in the glow from your door
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| I’ll be always chasing something more
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| I’ll be heavy on your mind
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| While everything I want becomes a ghost again
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| When the gaze becomes a lust
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| Why do bodies pile up?
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| Where the hollow ground before me makes a void
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| Where the bottom falls out
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| Where everything we want was never ours
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| Guessed we never learnt to wait
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| Listen to the hurt
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| Resound colonial dust
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| So it’s no wonder
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| It’s no wonder
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| Everything we want becomes a ghost
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| I’ll be in the glow from your door
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| I’ll be chasing something more
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| I’ll be heavy on your mind
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| While everything I want becomes a ghost
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| (Everything we want becomes a ghost)
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| I’ll be in the glow from your door |
| I’ll be chasing something more
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| I’ll be heavy on your mind
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| While everything becomes a ghost, again
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| Everything I want becomes a ghost, again |