| It’s coming in when it gets dark
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| It’s not the shame, it’s not a broken heart
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| It’s not a dripping tap in me
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| Why does it bother, why does it bother me?
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| The night was never meant to shine
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| But I keep hanging on to the times we set fire-
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| You won’t believe me, I keep this little life of mine
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| You couldn’t see me, how do you know what’s left behind?
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| It’s not that bad, it’s not that kind
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| I hardly notice through the day
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| On silent streets I hear it anyway
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| I’d make it stop oh if I could
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| Its just a feeling, its not the love you took
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| The daytime wasn’t made to hide
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| And I keep hanging on to the times we set fire — to the night
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| You won’t believe me, I keep this little life of mine
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| You couldn’t see me, how do you know what’s left behind?
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| It’s not that bad, it’s not that kind
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| You won’t believe me, I keep this little life of mine
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| You couldn’t see me, how do you know what’s left behind?
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| It’s not that bad, it’s not that kind |