| When the lights go out
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| I think I’m dreaming
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| When nature’s wide awake
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| The world is sleeping
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| Our problems seem so small
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| I could take you by the hand
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| And make you mine…
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| Make you mine
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| Well my skin’s getting worse
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| Late nights, no sleep
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| What a curse
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| Verses still flow through my pen
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| As I sit down in my den
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| Under my bunk bed
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| Half dead
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| The family tread
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| The floor beside me
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| I need, to get paid… for studio time
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| But girl I find…
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| Oh lord it’s not my fault
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| When the lights go out
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| You’ll think you’re dreaming
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| When nature’s wide awake
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| You’re probably sleeping
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| Your problems seem small
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| At least we have the chance
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| To live and die…
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| Live and die
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| My teenage sweetheart
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| Is already fading away from me girl (away from me)
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| My teenage sweetheart
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| Is already fading away from me girl (away from me girl)
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| My teenage sweetheart
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| Is already fading away from me girl (from me girl)
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| (From me girl, from me girl, from me girl)
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| Do you understand
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| How I’m feeling?
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| These four walls
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| All closed by the ceiling
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| Screens don’t shine like that
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| Baby, with me you’ll stay
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| My teenage sweetheart
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| Is already fading away from me girl (away from me)
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| My teenage sweetheart
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| Is already fading away from me girl (away from me girl)
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| It’s too late
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| The bass wakes the face
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| Of mum and dad
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| Sister getting ready
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| For the next day’s work race
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| I need my own place
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| I’ll leave with no trace
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| Apart from the pen and paint
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| Left on the walls
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| From my foolish years
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| Still got a ringing in my ears
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| In this place
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| I thought a thousand fears
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| Gave into peers
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| Had my first heartbreak, tears
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| And hid my first cans of beers |