| The moon flies past the darkhouse
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| Shines a light in
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| She is in a corner, cornered
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| And the dust fills everything
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| She thought she needed saving
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| By the prince of hopelessness
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| She dreams of Barbie dolls and lemonade
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| And she’s nowhere near it
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| The moon flies past the darkhouse
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| Shines a light in
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| He left on the ten-fifteen
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| While the kids were sleeping
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| Oh his talk so sweet
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| And she’s a sugar junkie
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| St Francis and the jewel thief
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| Living in the dark in the darkhouse
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| St Francis and the jewel thief
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| Living in the dark in the darkhouse
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| Is that the price
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| Crawling to paradise
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| All the way, all the way
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| On your knees, on your knees
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, on your knees
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| A car flies past the darkhouse
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| Throws a light in
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| From here she sees the corner
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| Where he left her crying
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| She thought she needed saving
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| By the prince of hopelessness
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| He dreams of Barbie dolls and lemonade
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| She was nowhere near it
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Crawling to paradise
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, on your knees
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, on your knees |