| Cover your eyes, the light is too bright
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| Your wise men, they tell you lies
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| And what’s worse, they curse
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| But still I love the bite
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| Likes flies or maybe mothmen
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| As they’re attracted to the light, they realize
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| The night has come to baptize
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| And they will finally realize
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| And what’s worse, it hurts
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| But still they love the bite
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| And I would like to die with you
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| I’d like to try but I’m not suicide
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| And I would like to kill you
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| But that would suit you fine, I realize
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| And I will not disgrace myself
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| By chasing you around to pull you back
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| And I will not give in an inch
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| You win before the fight begins, but it’s okay
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| I’m over you
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| I’m over you
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| I’m over you
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| I’m over you
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| Cover your eyes, the light is too bright |