| So here we are in the dark
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| Don’t the day feel like a world apart?
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| I start to come undone
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| When I’m living on the other side of the sun
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| But sometimes I feel
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| That it’s all too much to take
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| I look in the mirror
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| But don’t recognise my face
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| So show me the light
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| And tell me that things will turn out right
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| It cuts like a knife
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| When you say things won’t turn out right
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| Temptation my old friend
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| You’ve come back to lead me off again
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| If you see me acting strange
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| You can call but you know I’m out of range
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| But sometimes I feel
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| That it’s all too much too take
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| But all that just changes
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| When I look look upon your face
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| So show me the light
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| And tell me that things will turn out right
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| Remember the night
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| And how we would hold each other tight
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| We live for today
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| But we’ve no way of knowing
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| What tomorrow holds
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| Or where we are going
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| The weather man he says
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| That soon it will be snowing
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| The sky at night is dark
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| But the stars they don’t stop glowing
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| So show me the light
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| And tell me that things will turn out right
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| It cuts like a knife
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| When you say things won’t turn out right
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| So show me the light
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| And tell me that things will turn out right
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| Remember the night
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| And how we would hold each other tight
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| So show me the light
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| The weather man he says
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| That soon it will be snowing |