| Yeah you got a light
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| She’s smoking again
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| And our whole past is here
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| Don’t open the door
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| It’s well and known
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| Like an ocean of sick
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| But I still pay the rent
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| And still the question hangs around
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| What’s on the other side of town
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| Are there phonelines there
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| So I can call you in the morning
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| If I change my mind
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| The chances are
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| I’m not going anywhere
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| The grass is never green if you’re colorblind
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| And still the question hangs around
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| What’s on the other side of town
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| Out in the backyard I see skeletons
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| Reminded me of a broken state of man
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| Would it be the same there
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| Would it change a thing
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| Would you love me again
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| Would we dance again
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| Would we touch again
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| Or just go back to sleep like friends
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| And still the question hangs around
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| What’s on the other side of town
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| I see the darkness and I see the light
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| But out of control like a firefly
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| And still the question hangs around
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| What’s on the other side of town |