| Mornings like this I feel like leaving
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| Though I’ll have to hollow out my heart
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| I’m scraping out the insides of a pumpkin
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| Paint a twisted face and carve it out
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| Paint a twisted face and carve it out
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| Dress it up like someone else’s nightmare
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| Candle flickering alive inside
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| And now I’ll keep it scowlin' on the doorstep of my love
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| So others are afraid to go inside
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| So others are afraid to go inside
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| I’ve tried hard, oh darlin'
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| To keep the balance too
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| But it’s not me, it’s you
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| Who’s kicking us back and forth like this
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| Cold nights like this I feel like stayin'
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| In the darkness and the comfort of my cave
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| There’s somethin' there for every little daydream
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| A spark that flickers up and turns to flame
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| A spark that flickers up and turns to flame
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| If you wanna fight me there then fight me
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| We can walk ten paces then turn
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| But if you want me dead you’ll just have to shoot me through
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| Cause I would rather die than see you in pain
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| I would rather die than see you in pain
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| I’ve tried hard, oh darlin'
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| To keep the balance too
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| But it’s not me, it’s you
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| Who’s kicking us back and forth like this
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| Tripping up back and forth like this
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| Slipping up back and forth like this
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| Kicking us back and forth like this
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| With the pills
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| And the falls
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| And the thrills
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| Of seeing it all
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| Through the night
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| I’m back again
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| The pills
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| And the falls
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| And the kills
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| Of seeing it all
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| Through the night
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| I’m back again
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| Through the night
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| I’m back again
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| Mornings like this I feel like leaving
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| Though I’ll have to pick apart my brain
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| Like a flock of crows upon a scarecrow
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| If he could raise his arms they’d fly away
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| If he could raise his voice they’d fly away
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| I’ve tried hard, oh darlin'
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| To keep the balance too
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| But it’s not me, it’s you
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| Who’s kicking us back and forth like this
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| I’ve tried hard, oh darlin'
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| To keep the balance too
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| But it’s not me, it’s you
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| Who’s kicking us back and forth like this
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| Tripping up back and forth like this
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| Slipping up back and forth like this
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| Kicking us back and forth like this
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| With the pills
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| And the falls
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| And the thrills
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| Of seeing it all
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| Through the night
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| I’m back again
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| The pills
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| And the falls
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| And the kills
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| Of seeing it all
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| Through the night
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| I’m back again
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| Through the night
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| I’m back again |