| Keeping warm in the nighttime
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| Burning hopes and dreams and even impossible schemes
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| Seem possible, anything’s possible, every thing seems so clear
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| When your blood is pumping, mind is scheming
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| Eyes wide open but you’re still dreaming
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| Prancing prowling searching for yourself
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| The darkness is so comforting
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| So beautifully intoxicating
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| Daytime’s stress and pettiness doesn’t matter now
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| Well the night’s like a church for non-believers
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| It’s a search for hidden treasures
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| Quench your thirst with simpler
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| Pleasures growl!0
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| Keeping warm in the nighttime
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| Burning hopes and dreams and even impossible schemes
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| Seem possible, anything’s possible, every thing seems so clear
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| But now through the darkness
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| Light starts seeping dawn is coming looming
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| Seething and you can’t stop the sun from rising
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| Hide in the shadows but the sun’s still shining down
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| And you can see all the ugliness breeding despair
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| And your dreams are all bleeding
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| Breathing hot dry air and the silence is screaming
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| And it’s all just bringing you down
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| Well you’re thinking you’d better run home
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| To sleep as the streets fill with creeps
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| And the keys that they keep locking you out locking you into their world
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| A world that you don’t want to see! |