| She wed heartache and apathy in her bed
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| All the voices in her head scream «run away, we hold no more for you these days.
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| They try to come between us, just hold tight
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| Voices bleed into the night…
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| …"Now you’re the one. You are the one for burning lights."
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| We’ll find a better way to spend our time alone
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| The streets all know
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| «Drop to your knees» they say
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| For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days
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| «Drop to your knees» they say
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| For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days
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| Oh lovers always say «It pains my heart to stray.»
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| She fled. |
| The words from dusty books filled her head
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| And now she’s working from her bed
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| Oh darling please, won’t you get up off your knees?
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| Tires eyes and bloodshot mornings don’t quite seem right…
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| …and now your secret’s masked by night
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| You were the one, you were the one for burning lights!
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| We’ll find a better way to spend our time alone
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| The streets all know
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| «Drop to your knees» they say
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| For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days
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| «Drop to your knees» they say
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| For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days
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| Still lovers always say «It pains my heart to stray.»
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| «Drop to your knees» they say
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| For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days
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| «Drop to your knees» they say
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| For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days
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| «Drop to your knees» they say
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| For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days
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| «Drop to your knees» they say
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| For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days
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| Still lovers always say «It pains my heart to stray.» |