| I think I might go for a swim
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| Under the lake, where the cold lives
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| And shiver while the factory flames
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| Dance like specters by the highway
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| Maybe there I’ll take your hand
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| Down in the dark, where I feel nothing
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| And we can talk about your friends
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| Anything but what we’re becoming
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| I wonder what the park where we swing
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| Looks like at night when it’s abandoned
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| And if when no one’s listening
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| All the creatures are silent
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| Because no one needs entertaining
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| I think I could go back again
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| I think I could change how I feel there
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| And we can call up all your friends
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| When we’re finally together |