| Scattered seeds and breaking storms
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| Won’t make a decent lie for you
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| Naked and with every breath you climb the stairs
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| Step by step and I don’t need this
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| I don’t need to be saved
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| Five steps away from this cliff top
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| And birds sing their praises
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| To this weary world that haunts my weary soul
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| There are monsters here
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| And as you scream it makes no sense
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| It makes no sense
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| It makes no sense at all
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| There are monsters here
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| And as you scream it makes no sense
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| It makes no sense
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| It makes no sense at all
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| In every despair I’ll find you standing there
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| Waiting With the bitter taste of envy on your sleeve
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| Because tonight is our night
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| And I don’t want this
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| No, so won’t you let me go
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| There are monsters here
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| And as you scream it makes no sense
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| It makes no sense
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| It makes no sense at all
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| There are monsters here
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| And as you scream it makes no sense
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| It makes no sense
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| It makes no sense at all
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| And every animal will find itself a home
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| Every man and woman
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| Well, they’ll just lose control
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| And we can make ourselves believe
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| That I don’t want this that I don’t need this
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| No, I have this to myself
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| There are monsters here
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| And as you scream it makes no sense
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| It makes no sense
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| It makes no sense at all
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| In every despair
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| I’ll find you standing there
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| It makes no sense
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| It makes no sense at all
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| Sense at all
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| Sense at all |