| When I was a child, I talked like a child
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| And I walked with two windows wide eyes preoccupied of the blazing city sky
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| And when night time drew close
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| We’d lie and be held
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| I wouldn’t lie to myself or any other To get me there
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| Come on and be my Cherubim
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| I’ve been waiting for somebody to let in
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| But you do keep hiding from it
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| Come on and be my Cherubim
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| I’ve been waiting for somebody to let in
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| But you do keep hiding from it
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| To get me there
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| But you’re vacant, you’re vacant it’s your vacancy
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| You’re vacant, you’re vacant, it’s your vacancy
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| You’re vacant, you’re vacant it’s your vacancy
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| You’re vacant, you’re vacant, you’re vacant, you’re vacant
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| Come on and be my Cherubim
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| I’ve been waiting for somebody to let in
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| But you do keep hiding from it
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| To get me there |