| Reason has left with someone else
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| Listen close, then, shift it to the shelf
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| It smells like rain is coming soon
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| A muffled sound of thunder startles you, too
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| Batten down
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| The wandering winter snow that falls
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| Like lonely little diamonds heading home to find
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| Instead of something — nothing
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| Not a single soul
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| Swaybacks make their way around the room
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| When all your dreams are falling through
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| She’ll say «I told you so»
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| Light, bright
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| Shut Down Night
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| The Beast has come to gloat
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| Smug and listless, is what this is
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| Lie low till it’s done
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| Your hackles are raised
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| It stories held back hate
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| And speaks to all the wrong that’s come and gone
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| Said and done
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| It’s so lovely the way your skin has raised
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| To seed and back again
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| Swaybacks make their way around the room
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| While you talk too high the list goes on and on and on
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| With no click three times to send you spinning home
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| And swaybacks make their way around the room
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| Light, Bright
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| Shut Down Night
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| The Beast has come to gloat
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| Smug and listless, is what this is
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| Lie low till it’s done
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| Your hackles are raised
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| It stories held back hate
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| And speaks to all the wrong that’s come and gone
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| Said and done
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| And now you see not blue, but red
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| A toothless shift to dark again
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| I told you so — she said
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| A perfect thing that changed your guard
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| A turnaround that speaks in scars
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| I told you so
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| It said
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| She said
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| It said |