| Here am I
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| The divided self
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| My head spinning like a carousel
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| The world outside may still be beautiful
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| But I love this cell
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| Come over
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| You are still sane
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| I could give you just a little brawn if you give me a little brains
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| It’s a mess in here, I’ve been drinking
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| Myself blind again
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| My legs are numb, I just can’t get up
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| Will you stay through the theatre
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| Of my self-pity, my lechery?
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| I’m waiting for your guiding light to bring me back
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| I’m waiting for your guiding light to bring me back
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| To the power and the glory
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| To the power and the glory
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| Send messages
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| Old suggestive shit
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| I know that it will catch me up, but I just can’t help it
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| There’s an emptiness in my core
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| It’s embarrassing
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| Reel me in
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| Yes I will confess
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| I’m numb and I don’t give a fuck ‘cause it’s all just surface
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| Why can’t you and I just let go
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| And take all the risks?
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| My legs are numb, I just can’t get up
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| Will you stay through the theatre
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| Of my self-pity, my lechery?
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| I’m waiting for your guiding light to bring me back
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| I’m waiting for your guiding light to bring me back
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| To the power and the glory
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| The power and the glory
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| To the power and the glory
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| To the power and the glory
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| I’m waiting for your guiding light to bring me back
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| I’m waiting for your guiding light to bring me back |