| Are you afraid
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| Afraid of the dark
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| You’re taking a dip
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| And one slip
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| You’re swimming with sharks
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| Before my eyes
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| Words, they are swimming
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| If you won’t
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| There’s someone else who’s willing
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| And the view
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| From high up can be thrilling
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| You and I could surely make a killing
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| Won’t you sign please
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| Ignore the conditions
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| The cost of your soul is the cost of admission
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| I followed a word
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| The word of the seasons
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| She whispers endure
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| But gives me no reason
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| A one way trip
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| Can just get you so far
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| The tissue has hardened and stiffened
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| Turning to thick scar
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| How can I
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| How I can lead them?
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| Dragging a stone up a hill
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| Ain’t much to believe in
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| So I keep pushing
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| Some call it ambition
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| The cost of your soul is the cost of admission
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| If there was a town
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| For roaming outliers
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| I’d be cutting a rug with you, babe
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| Instead of these wires
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| There once was a star
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| That dreamed of flotation
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| Slept in a wine dark sea of lower sensation
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| God bless the trees
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| God bless the branches
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| Spread your message beyond invisible dances
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| Hiding your roots below ground
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| Don’t take no chances
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| And that star had a premonition
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| The cost of your soul is the cost of admission |