| Far from the electric floor, removed from the red meat market
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| I looked for a fire door, unescaped from the drums and barking
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| But after all social charms, I’m struck down by the hand of fear
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| I’ve fallen to the corner’s arms, seem weird I, I’m done for years
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| I’m trapped in a collapsing building
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| Come find me now, we’ll hide out
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| We’ll speak in our secret tongues
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| We come back to my corner
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| Spent too long alone tonight
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| With you coming back to my corner
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| Lit torch to the woodpile eye
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| That wood needs to ignite
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| There’s no spark, for
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| A snapped limb and an unlit fire
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| Would you come with me down this,
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| I’m trapped in an abandoned building
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| Come find me now, we’ll hide out
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| We’ll speak in our secret tongues
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| We come back to my corner
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| Spent too long alone tonight
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| With you coming back to my corner
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| Lit torch to the woodpile eye
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| Will you come back to my corner
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| Spent too long alone tonight
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| With you coming back to my corner
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| Lit torch to the woodpile eye
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| We come back to my corner
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| Spent too long alone tonight
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| With you coming back to my corner
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| Lit torch to the woodpile
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| Come find me now, we’ll hide out
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| We’ll speak in our secret tongues |