| When the night is gettin' old
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| And the air is gettin' colder
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| You know I’ll never fold up
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| I turn my back on fear…
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| As I lie awake alone
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| And the voices come to taunt me
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| Every night another haunting
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| Driving me beyond my years…
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| When sleep finally flies me away
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| Under crimson clouds of pain
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| All my regrets have taken shape
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| As bitter tears that fall like rain
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| Hey — I think I’m ready
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| To confront the things in life that are haunting me
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| Hey — If it takes me all my days
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| I’ll drive away the bitter tears of pain
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| Phantoms of what could have been
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| Now come to tempt my soul to sin
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| Dark purple mountains of misery
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| Bring the weight of the world on me
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| Hey — I think I’m ready
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| To confront the things in life that are haunting me
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| Hey — If it takes me all my days
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| I’ll drive away the bitter tears of pain
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| So tired of the pain — the never ending strain
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| It’s time I made the change
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| It’s time to rearrange…
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| 'Cause I — I think I’m ready
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| To confront the things in life that are haunting me
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| Hey — If it takes me all my days
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| I’ll drive away the bitter tears of…
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| Pain |