| Advice from the heart
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| Invades as the daylight falls
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| The small hours crawl
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| As I try to ignore it all
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| But the silence wakes a guilty mind
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| And you lie awake
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| As your conscience tries to run and hide
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| But in the midnight hours
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| Karma gets to you for the things you do
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| And it all comes down
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| Not to what you say but what you do
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| You can tell yourself that it’s just a game
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| You can fool yourself to get through the day
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| But the midnight hours will get to you
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| Will get to you
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| Ghosts haunt the dark
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| Can’t lay on the bed I’ve made
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| With circling sharks I walk the edge of a blade
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| But the silence wakes a guilty mind
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| And you lie awake
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| As your conscience tries to run and hide
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| But in the midnight hours
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| Karma gets to you for the things you do
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| And it all comes down
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| Not to what you say but what you do
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| You can tell yourself that it’s just a game
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| You can fool yourself to get through the day
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| But the midnight hours will get to you
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| Will get to you
|
| But in the midnight hours
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| Karma gets to you for the things you do
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| And it all comes down
|
| Not to what you say but what you do
|
| You can tell yourself that it’s just a game
|
| You can fool yourself to get through the day
|
| But the midnight hours will get to you
|
| Will get to you
|
| But in the midnight hours
|
| Karma gets to you for the things you do
|
| And it all comes down
|
| Not to what you say but what you do
|
| You can tell yourself that it’s just a game
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| You can fool yourself to get through the day
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| But the midnight hours will get to you |