| I don’t miss the sun, I see it.
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| I don’t need to burn just to feel warm.
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| I don’t miss the fun, if that’s what you call it.
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| Life in the eye of the storm.
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| You meet on the corner, I stay at home.
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| It’s not being lonely, it’s living alone.
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| If life is right before your eyes,
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| I see enough from the inside.
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| I leave the streets to someone else
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| and let their feet play the rhythm —
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| That I dance to
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| in the quiet by myself.
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| Bliss in the quiet by myself.
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| I face these days just like you,
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| but don’t wish away time like everyone else.
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| I keep away from your hurricane
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| and close my doors to the rain.
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| And yes, life is right before your eyes,
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| but I see enough from the inside.
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| And so my heart becomes a home,
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| I make my own sweet bliss alone.
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| And leave the streets to someone else
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| and let their feet play the rhythm —
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| That I dance to
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| in the quiet by myself. |