| Underneath streetlights
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| Lights asleep, late night glow
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| I’ll be your song
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| Breathe, repeat, be fine
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| Read between fine lines
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| I keep drawing my own
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| Pick up speed
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| You call to me, no
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| Take a seat
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| But I’ll walk right out the door
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| And take with me
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| Everything that I’ve worked for
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| Oh I’m still standing still
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| Still standing…
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| In the dark we’ve come to know
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| In the dark with no control
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| Still standing
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| Still standing still
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| In the nothingness, at least we’re not alone
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| It feels like home
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| All I wanna do is give what I got
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| Let it out, let it live
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| All I ever get from you, keep it up
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| Lock it so they don’t get in
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| What’s the point in loving me?
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| Shutting off the world to see
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| Sure enough, they’ll never know my name
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| I pick up speed
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| You call to me, no
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| But I know these streets
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| And I’m faster than before
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| I’ve got everything
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| Even sleeping on the floor
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| My friends are alright and I’ll spend the night
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| Can’t ask for much more
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| Oh I’m still standing still
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| Still standing…
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| In the dark we’ve come to know
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| In the dark with no control
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| We’re still standing
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| Still standing still
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| In the nothingness, at least we’re not alone
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| It feels like home
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| Oh I’m still standing still
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| Still standing…
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| In the dark we’ve come to know
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| In the dark with no control
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| We’re still standing
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| Still standing still
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| In the nothingness, at least we’re not alone
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| It feels like home |