| I don’t want to talk about the world today
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| Wars and revolutionaries fade away
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| I just want to know what kind of state you’re in
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| Did you kill your love did you lose your friend?
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| The middle of the nighttime what gets you through?
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| What pulls you back to daylight from the deep dark blue?
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| So tell me if your life has been a lonely ride
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| Did you take it on faith just to be denied?
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| Even if your broken heart’s a hundred miles wide
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| I just want to see what’s on the inside
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| I don’t want to read it in the news today
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| The ringing of a cell phone from a shallow grave
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| I just want to know how far and deep you’re in
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| Where’d you hide the bottle what’d you put it in?
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| The middle of the nighttime what gets you through?
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| What pulls you back to daylight from the deep dark blue?
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| So tell me if your life has been a lonely ride
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| Did you take it on faith just to be denied?
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| And even if your broken heart’s a hundred miles wide
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| I just want to see what’s on the inside
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| I guess we won’t be talkin' 'bout the past today
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| Fingerprints and memories they fade away |
| I think I can tell what kind of place you’re in
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| Underneath the bruises and the dirty skin
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| The middle of the nighttime what gets you through?
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| What pulls you back to daylight from the deep dark blue
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| So tell me if your life has been a lonely ride
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| Did you take it on faith just to be denied?
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| And even if your broken heart’s a hundred miles wide
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| I just want to see what’s on the inside |