| Hold the light up to me
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| Get underneath my skin
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| I feel a little undefined
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| But I want to let you in
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| And I listen to the messages
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| The endless train of thought
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| But now it feels like i’m returning
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| Most everything I’ve bought
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| Some say… it's all coming to an end
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| Some fool themselves with thoughts of new beginnings
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| It makes me wonder what they believe
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| 'Cause we’re in between
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| Sometimes it’s just better to get on with it
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| Sometimes, lord knows, you gotta get off
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| There’s no use holding on to what I mean
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| 'Cause I’m in between, no use wondering what I mean
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| Saints and sinners, losers, winners
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| Masters and their slaves
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| The more you hide one or the other
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| The earlier your grave
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| The triumph and the tragedy
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| The endless bright parade
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| I know that most of us are innocent
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| But some should be afraid
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| 'Cause they say we’re all coming to an end
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| They fool themselves with thoughts of new beginnings
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| Well I don’t buy it… it's just too clean
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| 'Cause we’re in between
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| Sometimes it’s just better to get on with it
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| Sometimes, lord knows, you gotta get off
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| No use holding on to what I mean
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| 'Cause I’m in between
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| No use wondering what I mean
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| 'Cause I’m in between
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| Are you still wondering what I mean
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| Hold the light up to me
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| Get underneath my skin
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| Humming like the wind
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| I feel a little undefined… I'm sorry if I seem
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| So in between
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| It’s so much better when you run your fingers through my hair
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| Humming like the air
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| I wish that I could hold you… I'm sorry if I seem
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| So in between |