| You are in a wasteland
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| With your soul trapped between the tides
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| Running with wild horses and the wolves are on your track
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| Hiding from the secrets in your eyes
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| Hold my hand against the night
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| Show me all the demons left to fight
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| And I’ll patch up the hole in your heart
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| And carry on whistling in the dark
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| And carry on whistling in the dark
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| Twilight
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| And the mud begins to crack
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| You cross your fingers twice behind your back
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| But your feet start to slip
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| You stumble and you trip
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| The sky breaks and the clouds are dripping black
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| Hold my hand against the night
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| Show me all the demons left to fight
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| And I’ll patch up the hole in your heart
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| And carry on whistling in the dark
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| And carry on whistling in the dark
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| Go now
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| To the clear skies
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| Where the tears will wash the color
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| From your eyes
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| Ohh-ahh ah-ahhh ahh
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| Ahhhh-h-h-h-h
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| I will carry you home
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| You know I’ve done it alone
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| I will carry you home
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| You know I’ve done it alone
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| Hold my hand against the night
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| Show me all the demons left to fight
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| And I’ll patch up the hole in your heart
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| And carry on whistling in the dark
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| In the dark
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| Carry on whistling in the dark |