| I only wanted the truth, looking into
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| No more feelings of doubt
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| Then someone showed me the root of all evil
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| When all the lights were out
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| Shallow sleep, just leaning
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| Am I leaving the game?
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| I must be dreaming lots of undercover
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| Dreams are always the same
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| When the nights close in
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| When the nights close. |
| .
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| Well it’s another night I waste at the opera
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| With a permanent friend
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| I should have taken direction much sooner
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| Another night in the air
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| If the lights came on
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| If the lights came on
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| I’d switch myself, with someone else
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| Then I’d shake myself
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| Things start to happen when I. .
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| Things start to happen when. |
| .
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| Things start. |
| .
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| Oh, I can see myself running
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| But I’m standing still
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| And I can hear myself screaming
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| But there’s no sound
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| When I wake up crying life brings me down
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| But it’s not worth losing, until it’s found
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| Oh, I can see my way home, home
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| I close my eyes and I’m back by the ocean
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| My hair feels wet
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| I’m on the brink of a lifelong ambition
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| Whatever dream comes next
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| I’m the seat of a hearse and guess who’s driving?
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| I’m with you all the way
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| I hear the step of a fool, who’s coming
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| All night, never day
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| Then the lights came on
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| Then the lights came on
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| I switch myself
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| With someone else
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| Then I shake myself
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| Things start to happen when I. .
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| Things start to happen when. |
| .
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| Things start. |
| .
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| I can see myself running
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| But I’m standing still
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| I can hear myself screaming
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| But there’s no sound
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| When I wake up crying life brings me down
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| No it’s not worth losing, until it’s found
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| Oh, I can see my way home
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| I’m at a house, all the windows are broken
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| It’s where I once used to live
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| I must be losing all my undercover
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| Dreaming always the same
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| I can see myself running
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| .. . |
| Still
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| .. . |
| See myself running
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| I switch myself
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| .. . |
| Running (repeat) |