It was supposed to be dark and quite cold
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I should have been alone
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On the way down to life and you
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It should be like in a movie with empty streets with no people in them
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Until I reached the door I was going to enter
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It was there and only where one was supposed to be
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Familiar and distant and dear
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Kind and naughty and cool and quirky
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No matter who you are, you are at home there
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Where time stands still if you want it to
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Where everything is better with a little alcohol
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Where nothing is bad
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There would have been too many people there, too loud, too many clothes
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I was going to close my eyes, stop and stay there
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I should have raised my hands in the air, been free
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Let go of everything I live in
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I should have stood with my hands in the air, been free
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And remained forever
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It was supposed to hurt, it was supposed to be true, it was supposed to be clean, it was supposed to be good
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It wasn't going to be late, it was going to be a new day
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The head should have moved away from me
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And the heart should beat in time with everyone else's
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There were to be no tanks left
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I should have been close to everyone else there
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I should be the one who refuses to go even if the light turns on
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Baseman out, baseman home, but firstman out again
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I should have stood with my hands in the air, been free
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Let go of everything I live in
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I should have stood with my hands in the air, been free
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And remained forever
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I should have stood with my hands in the air, been free
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Let go of everything I live in
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I should have stood with my hands in the air, been free
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And remained forever |