| Here and nigh, here and nigh
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| Your words, here and now
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| Here and nigh, she and nigh
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| Your words, here and now
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| And I will turn into the color that you’re burning
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| A swaddle you were birthed in
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| The night, the night will turn into the torture you’re deserving
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| The savagery you’re learning
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Here and nigh, here and nigh
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| You’re hurt, here and now
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| Shear and nigh, she and nigh
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| Your heart, heal and nigh
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| And I will turn into the color that you’re burning
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| A swaddle you were birthed in
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| Ooh, ah
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| The night will turn into the torture you’re deserving
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| The savagery you’re learning
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah, the spite will stay
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| In them, in them, you long to say the same
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| The spite will stay
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| In them, in them, you long to say the same
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Oh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Ooh, ah
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| Oh, ah |