| A darkness you can spell
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| Written out clearly in the paper
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| What a time to be alive
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| And believe in something so untrue
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| How could you leave me alone here?
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| A darkness you can sell
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| Figured out fearlessly in paper
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| Too cold to realize
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| That the heat is something that we groove
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| How could you leave me alone here?
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| Singing songs now, singing words, singing songs
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| Singing words, singing songs that I never heard
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| Singing words, cherubim, ugly
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| Even when I see you
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| Even when I talk to myself
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| Straight as an arrow
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| Straight as an arrow
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| Straight as an arrow
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| Straight as an arrow
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| Straight as an arrow
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| Straight as an arrow
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| Straight as an arrow
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| Straight as an arrow |