| Told off so terribly loud
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| Cut off my hand as I reached for the fire
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| Sound sleep so terribly foul
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| Foresaw the end of an era
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| We’re singing a song for the crickets
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| We’re singing a song for the crickets
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| You look suspicious
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| I’ve no suspicion
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| Can’t deal the dark cards
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| Can’t tame the night hawks
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| Can’t overcome our fall
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| Out late with all the undead
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| Kicking myself as we blow through the gates
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| Murmuring brook in my head
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| Sweet little nothings, verbatim
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| We’re singing a song for the crickets
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| We’re singing a song for the crickets
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| You look suspicious
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| I’ve no suspicion
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| Can’t deal the dark cards
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| Can’t tame the night hawks
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| Can’t overcome our fall
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| Say it to yourself in a different voice
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| Say it to yourself in a different voice
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| Say it to yourself in a different voice than yours
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| Say it to yourself in a different voice
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| Say it to yourself in a different voice
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| Say it to yourself in a different voice than yours
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| We’re singing a song for the crickets
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| We’re singing a song for the crickets
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| You look suspicious
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| I’ve no suspicion
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| Can’t deal the dark cards
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| Can’t tame the night hawks
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| Can’t overcome our fall
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| Is it the truth you don’t approve?
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| Is it too good to you, to you, to you, to you?
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| Is it the truth you don’t approve
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| It is too good to you, to you, to you, to you |