| Look here, the sun is setting
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| Baby, close the door and leave the cold world outside
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| It’s been such a long day, baby
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| Explain to me what out there is wrong and right
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| Because I just don’t really know now anymore
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| 'Cause I see bloodstreams run
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| From our jeering teeth
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| Cloaking daggers with jest
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| Claiming starvation as we feast
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| On the heart of man
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| And the soul beneath
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| Until our flames fail to burn
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| And in that darkness we will decease
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| Come, lay to rest here with me
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| Baby, hold me close and tell me we’ll be alright
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| I’m having nightmares lately
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| They’re keeping me awake and in fear at night
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| Or maybe I can’t really wake for them anymore
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| Is there innocence in this world?
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| Is there moral certainty?
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| Is the world and all it’s nightmares…
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| …common purpose for you and me?
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| Do we hold on to these visions…
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| …to restore faith in authority?
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| And what happens when it falls?
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| Or we waking from a dream? |