| In demon days, it’s cold inside
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| You don’t get nobody, people sigh
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| It’s so bad, lasting far, but love yourself
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| Hiding in a hole in there
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| All the glasses are far too big
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| Bring it back, got to hold it back
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| To let you do that, yet you don’t want me back
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| Before it fall down, falling down, falling down
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| Falling down to go far from the sun
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| In these demon days, we’re so cold inside
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| It’s so hard for a good soul to survive
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| You can’t even trust the air you breathe
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| 'Cause Mother Earth want us all to leave
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| When lies become reality
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| Numb yourself with drugs and TV
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| Pick yourself up, it’s a brand new day
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| So turn yourself 'round
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| Don’t burn yourself, turn yourself
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| Turn yourself around to the sun
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| In these demon days, we’re so cold inside
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| It’s so hard for a good soul to survive
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| You can’t even trust the air you breathe
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| 'Cause Mother Earth wants us all to leave
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| When lies become reality
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| You numb yourself with drugs and TV
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| Pick yourself up, it’s a brand new day
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| So turn yourself 'round
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| Don’t burn yourself, turn yourself
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| Turn yourself around into the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun
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| To the sun, to the sun |