| Doors of many, as of few
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| Leading inside out, around and through
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| Past forgotten, now as new
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| A line dividing false and true
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| This one and only room
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| And as trapped as we are, it’s the devil we know
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| The exceptions we make will never be shown
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| To the rest of the world, what we touch turns to gold
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| For a moment, we freeze
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| But if ever there’s a full moon breaking
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| It’s painting our faces
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| We won’t know (Won't know)
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| Which way (Which way)
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| The sky will turn
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| We’re at the blood eclipse
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| And we can’t look away
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| It’s like a car crash burning
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| At the edge of the earth
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| In the rainstorm, soft and grey
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| Leading inside out and float away
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| Soon to stop and hope to stay
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| A light defining night and day
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| And this is how we pray
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| And as trapped as we are, it’s the devil we know
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| The exceptions we make will never be shown
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| To the rest of the world, what we touch turns to gold
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| For a moment, we freeze
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| But if ever there’s a full moon breaking
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| It’s painting our faces
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| We won’t know (Won't know)
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| Which way (Which way)
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| The sky will turn
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| We’re at the blood eclipse
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| And we can’t look away
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| It’s like a car crash burning
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| At the edge of the earth
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| If ever there’s a full moon breaking
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| It’s painting our faces
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| We won’t know (Won't know)
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| Which way (Which way)
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| The sky will turn
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| We’re at the blood eclipse
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| And we can’t look away
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| It’s like a car crash burning
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| At the edge of the earth |