| Well I rode far away on my dark black wave
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| Nothing was the same when I woke up
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| And I rode wrote out these words as my mind circled on
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| Sitting in my bright little corner
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| Midnight crawls out one more time
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| I’m hiding out as the shadows climb
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| Early in the morning I listened to the sound
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| Of people walking up and down the street
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| I hear a voice that sound just like a girl I used to know
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| She rode a horse and lived in a hotel room
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| Midnight crawls out one more time
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| I’m hiding out as the church bells chime
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| Come to the window and tap on the screen
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| I’ll climb out and walk in the rain
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| The shallow water that lap at our feet
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| Rise up a little every day
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| And then late in the night as I’m drifting off to sleep
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| I picture you there on the big screen
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| You were riding on a train through the desert at night
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| Leaning on your daddy’s shoulder
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| Midnight crawls out one more time
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| I’m hiding out as the shadows climb |