| The black that bleeds the dreams she leaves
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| Are open veins that stain her sleeves
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| And now the lonely street’s her only friend tonight
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| But the lights are cold, the lies are old
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| And all she wants is to go home
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| She bites her lip and shuts her eyes
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| And sings herself a lullaby
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| Take me away
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| Hold on tight and kiss the night, there’s nothing left to say
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| Take me away
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| Open wide and whisper, I can almost hear her say
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| She loves the rush, she loves the thrill
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| She loves the hunt, she loves the kill
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| Deep inside she knows it’s her who dies each time
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| But the lights are cold, the lies are old
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| And all she wants is to go home
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| She bites her lip and shuts her eyes
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| And sings herself a lullaby
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| Take me away
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| Hold on tight and kiss the night, there’s nothing left to say
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| Take me away
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| Open wide and whisper, I can almost hear her say
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| Just take me home
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| Take me home
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| Wipe back the black to free the blue
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| Now honey it’s just me and you
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| And I’ll kill ‘em all if you ask me to
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| But all she says is…
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| Take me away
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| Hold on tight and kiss the night, there’s nothing left to say
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| Take me away
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| Open wide and whisper, I can almost hear her say
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| Just take me home
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| Take me home |