| Burning down, this place almost looks nice
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| I close my eyes, turn my heart into ice
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| Light my cig, turn my back on the night
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| Blow the smoke and lie down in the light
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| Sit and watch until morning
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| When I get home, see the cops waiting
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| To take me in for some questioning
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| But I don’t sing how they want me to sing
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| One, two, three, four
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| Tell me all your reasons
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| Run through that door
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| But I gotta know
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| I gotta know your reasons
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| Cause I’m not so sure
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| Run through that door
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| But I gotta know
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| When I’m out, I’m gonna stay on the street
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| Just because I am used to concrete
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| Move around and see the whole country
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| See anything 'cept for what I see
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| I see my soul burning endlessly
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| Small price to pay for my life to be free
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| You just don’t see it the way I see
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| Don’t ever tell me what I should believe
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| One, two, three, four
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| Tell me all your reasons
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| Run through that door
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| But I gotta know, know
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| I gotta know your reasons
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| Cause I’m not so sure
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| Run through that door
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| But I gotta know, know
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| We both know
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| You didn’t act alone
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| Give us a confession and you can go home
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| Do yourself a favor
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| You don’t want to stay the night
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| It’s hard to sleep because they don’t turn out the lights
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| Strange night as the black stars rise
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| Strange moon circling in the skies
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| Along the shore, the cloud waves break
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| And twin moons set behind the lake |