| Here on my own again
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| Longing for things I can’t have
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| Death is lying in wait
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| And somewhere I’m hiding your scent
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| It’s dark, yet the night is gone
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| It’s cold, yet the ice has melted down
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| Your blackened lung, your weakened tongue, I swear that I have seen them
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| Oh, lock me up in your grown-up heart
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| Here we go again
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| It’s been so long since I’ve lost you
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| It’s been so long since I’ve kissed you
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| So play my music on your radio
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| Play your sorrow away
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| Lying here in your arms
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| Eating all of your sins
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| I wonder if I’ll ever be
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| The child that I used to be
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| Your blackened lung, your weakened tongue, your weary eyes, your secret lies
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| Your one-way street, your whitened sheet, your gloomy thoughts, your cranky gods
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| Your angel sighs, your painful highs, your tortured heart, your backward art
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| Your twisted ways, your ancient face, your perfumed words, your crying birds
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| And here we go again
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| Holy dungeon, filled with angels
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| I belong here in your Glaslights
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| Where are you now?
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| Holding on
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| I belong here and always will
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| I belong here and I always will |