| Into the halls we’re feelin' guilty
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| But when it’s night you feel alright
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| And want to show me
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| It’s okay, it’s okay
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| We can make it through the day
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| Hit the light, hold me tight
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| It’s gonna, it’s gonna go away
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| You want that white dress
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| Now you’re joking
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| All the boys, they’d raise their voice
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| When you were smoking
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| There were days, there were days
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| We could look around and say
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| «We were right, we’re alright
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| But now it’s not gonna go our way»
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| Into confessional my friend
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| So we’ll be innocent again
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| Kick me out and let me in
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| We’ll be better off in the end
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| It’s not a sin we’re sewn together
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| It’s no choice, you have no voice
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| We’ll live forever
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| There are ways, there are ways
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| We’ll meander from this cave
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| Call a truce, it’s abuse, there’s no way
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| No way we can be saved
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| Into confessional my friend
|
| So we’ll be innocent again
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| Kick me out and let me in
|
| We’ll be better off in the end
|
| Into the halls we’re feelin' guilty
|
| But when it’s night you feel alright
|
| And want to show me
|
| It’s okay, it’s okay
|
| We can make it through the day
|
| Into confessional my friend
|
| So we’ll be innocent again
|
| Kick me out and let me in
|
| We’ll be better off in the end
|
| Hit the light, hold me tight
|
| It’s gonna, it’s gonna go away |