| It’s late at night and I
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| I’m running to the furthest place from here
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| I’ve seen this place before
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| I wonder if I’m getting far or near
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| I still can see the lights
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| They’re fading like the memories of him
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| I hope when I arrive
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| There’s someone at the door to let me in
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| And I knock, and I knock
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| On the door, on the door
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| They let me in, they let me in
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| There’s room for more, there’s room for more
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| She takes my clothes, she takes my clothes
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| I have been wrong, I have been wrong
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| There’s nothing right, nothing right
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| Something wrong, something wrong
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| I lay awake at night
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| Wondering if he think of being dead
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| I play his words like songs
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| I think of all the things that he had said
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| I wish that I just had
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| Another kind of love to call my own
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| Here I lay awake
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| Wondering if I’ll always be alone
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| And I knock, I knock
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| On the door, on the door
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| They let me in, they let me in
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| There’s room for more, there’s room for more
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| She takes my clothes, she takes my clothes
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| I have been wrong, I have been wrong
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| There’s nothing right, nothing right
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| Something wrong, something wrong
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| Let me in, let me in
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| Let me in, let me in
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| Let me in, let me in
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| Let me in, let me in
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| Let me in, let me in
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| Let me in, let me in
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| Let me in, let me in
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| Let me in, let me in |