| I’m all alone
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| The show’s over
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| Night crawlers crawling closer
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| Somewhere is temptation
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| Could it just be my imagination
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| Was it all just a dream at the bottom of a glass
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| Next time don’t wake me up
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| All this too must pass
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| Call me up when you find out what life means
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| Does it hide in the fire of a smoke screen
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| Like a match burning fast in the cold breeze
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| Like a house made of glass in a pipe dream
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| Even so it gets harder
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| Can’t finish what you can’t get started
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| Everywhere seems so brown signs of life are happening anyhow
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| Should I just disappear behind a one way glass remain
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| Invisible all this too must pass
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| So, call me up when you find out what life means
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| Does it hide in the fire of a smoke screen
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| Like a match burning fast in the cold breeze
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| Like a house made of glass in a pipe dream
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| Late at night when I can’t sleep
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| Listen down to the sound on the street
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| Then the dawn, the dawn comes chasing
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| To remind me of the time I’m wasting
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| So, call me up when you find out what life means
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| Does it hide in the fire of a smoke screen
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| Like a match burning fast in the cold breeze
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| Like a house made of glass in a pipe dream
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| Like a match burning fast in the cold breeze
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| Like a house made of glass in a pipe dream |