| Oh my sun it won’t shine
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| It won’t light up the back of my mind
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| And these fires they won’t burn
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| But to blacken the memories I’ve earned
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| And these walls are so thin
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| But they somehow keep holding me in
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| 'Cause I’ve pushed and I know
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| What’s to come at the end of this road
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| 'Cause it goes through, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Well, my sun it won’t shine
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| It won’t light up the back of my mind
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| And these fires they don’t burn
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| Except to blacken the memories I’ve earned
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| And these walls are so thin
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| But they keep on holding me in
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| 'Cause I’ve pushed and I know
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| That there’s nowhere left to go
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| 'Cause it goes through, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| 'Cause it goes through, ooh |