| My love, my love, you say there is still pain left
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| Still glass that is not broken
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| There are still blows you kept from taking
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| Still train you have not missed
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| There are still wars you’ve not applied for
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| Still accusations you’ve not made
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| Some parts still alive
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| Kiss your nightmares
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| Everywhere, everywhere
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| You feel your nightmares
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| Everywhere, everywhere
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| You touch your nightmares
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| Everywhere, everywhere
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| Why, why can’t you see
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| You should be kissing me
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| My man my man, you say there is still pain left
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| Still more wicked panicked eyes
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| There is still some molecules intact
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| And there is still a darker black
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| You kiss your nightmares
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| Everywhere, everywhere
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| You feel your nightmares
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| Everywhere, everywhere
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| You touch your nightmares
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| Everywhere, everywhere
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| But why, why can’t you see
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| You could bet it all on me
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| You kiss your nightmares
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| Everywhere, everywhere
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| You feel your nightmares
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| Everywhere, everywhere
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| You touch your nightmares
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| Everywhere, everywhere
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| Why, why can’t you see
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| You should be kissing me |