| When the night has gone cold and you’re standing so alone
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| On the threshold of the rest of what you know
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| When the fever has died out, turned a flood to a drought
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| Left a chill inside that’s growing like a ghost
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| You’ll come running with eyes that say «I love you»
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| You’ll be blind, you’ll be blind
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| And I won’t know you, I won’t see you
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| I won’t need you, I won’t love you anymore
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| When the poison from the wound slowly takes hold of you
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| And the only way not to drown is not to fight it
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| When you’re falling down the stairs with your superstitions and despair
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| On a helter skelter fall to your demise
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| Oh you thought that you would never need
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| What I could have given if you’d given half a chance
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| Start again from the end, from beyond where you’ve been
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| You can’t wash away your sins in shallow water
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| Cast a stone in a grave of the plans that you made
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| They only go as far as you can thrown them
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| You’ll come running with eyes that say «I love you»
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| You’ll be blind, so blind
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| And I won’t know you, I won’t see you
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| I won’t need you, I won’t love you anymore |