| Stare while the night’s turning dark
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| And the fire’s in your heart
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| And you know you should not
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| But you can’t help but wonder what is going on
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| Find both your shoes
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| An excuse for your bruises
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| The good and the bad drive you mad
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| If you can’t tell them apart
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| Right from the start
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| And I can’t help but think I’m waiting
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| For darker times and complications
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| It’s my subconscious navigation
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| Leading me to all the wrong places
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| Well maybe I’ll never learn
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| Or maybe I’m just not concerned
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| Maybe we’re both that faux
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| Well maybe two wrongs make a right
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| Maybe they just might
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| I can’t help but think I’m waiting
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| For darker times and complications
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| It’s my subconscious navigation
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| Leading me to all the wrong places
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| I was only dancing, yeah
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| Cause I didn’t know how else to get
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| Somewhere that you don’t know
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| I was only dancing, yeah
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| Cause I didn’t know how else to get
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| Somewhere that you don’t know
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| I can’t help but think I’m waiting
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| For darker times and complications
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| It’s my subconscious navigation
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| Leading me to all the wrong places |