| Oh my love
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| It won’t Let me sleep
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| It pulls the blankets right off of my feet
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| It tears the very fabric of my dream
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| And my heart, won’t let me leave
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| It’s pealing itself off my sleeve
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| It’s feeding me false memories
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| We turn dust into diamonds
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| And words into birds
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| Promise me passage all over the world
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| The truth is we never get past the front door
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| I settle my debt, but I always want more
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| More, more, more
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| More, more, more
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| Out here
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| Is the last place I wanted to be
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| A foot soldier in your standing army
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| With my best years somewhere far behind me
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| Now here
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| Lies a golden opportunity
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| While you’re sifting through all the debris
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| I can go some fine place where you’ll never find me
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| You’re miles behind me
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| You’ll never find me, now
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| All this love
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| Will end as cold
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| You get the vials with things you don’t know
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| But you’ll feel it deep down in your soul
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| And know, only time can tell
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| If I go in your prison cell
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| Is this the road to heaven?
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| Or will we burn in hell?
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| Your youth springs eternal
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| You never grow old
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| Your truth looks perverted, encrusted in gold
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| I have forgotten what I came here for
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| My cup running over
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| But I still want more
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| More, more, more
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| More, more, more
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| Out here is the last place I wanted to be
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| A foot soldier in your standing army
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| With my best years somewhere far behind me
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| Now here
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| Is a golden opportunity
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| While you’re sifting through all the debris
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| I can go some fine place where you’ll never find me
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| You’re miles behind me
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| You’ll never find me, now
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| Oh, my love, set me free
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| Forget me
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| Let me sleep
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| Oh, my love, set me free
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| Forget me
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| Let me sleep |