| Darkness holds
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| Begging me to lose control
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| We wrestle it back and forth 'til urban silence
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| Cuts through night
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| With a scalpel for the light
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| That bleeds through the margins
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| And leaves me semi-conscious
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| I haven’t found the rhythm yet
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| To anchor down my life
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| I didn’t know I needed one
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| To hold me through the night
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| Ain’t it great
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| Smashing through the interstate
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| Where we guess the futures of
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| Our concurrent strangers?
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| They’re on their way to the doctor or to raise
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| Grandkids of young twenty-somethings
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| And teenagers
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| I’m worried of abandoning
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| The joys that framed my life
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| But all this useless energy
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| Won’t hold me through the night
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| Oh please
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| You’re not fooling anyone
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| When you say you tried your best
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| 'Cause you can’t be your best anything
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| When you can’t get any rest
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| Oh please
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| You’re not fooling anyone
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| When you say you tried your best
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| 'Cause you can’t be your best anything
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| When you can’t get any rest
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| I’m worried of abandoning
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| The joys that framed my life
|
| But all this useless energy
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| Won’t hold me through the night
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| Won’t hold me through the night
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| Won’t hold me through
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| Won’t hold me through the night |