| These long, hot dead end nights are cold
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| And I just keep on slipping away
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| 'Cause I’m scared to death of what’s outside
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| My heart, it only keeps me awake
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| And in the bedroom I am hiding
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| Through the window you can see
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| In the dim light I am not aching
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| If there’s a problem, it’s not to me
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| And the moon is shining
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| And it makes me carry on
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| When you’re least expecting
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| It will bring you to your knees
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| I hear the distant calls
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| And I think about the things they could mean
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| And maybe I’ve been living blind
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| Just believing what I can see
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| And in the bedroom I am hiding
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| Through the window you can see
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| In the dim light I am not aching
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| If there’s a problem, it’s not to me
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| And the moon is shining
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| And it makes me carry on
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| When you’re least expecting
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| It will bring you to your knees
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| Now keep it inside, there’s no better mine
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| I cannot explain if you’re not here
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| We’ll keep it inside there is no better mine
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| I cannot explain if you’re not here
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| And the moon is shining
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| And it makes me carry on
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| When you’re least expecting
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| It will bring you to your knees
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| Oh, love to be here but how can I stay?
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| Oh, hate to be here but how can I go? |