| I’m a little bit anxious
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| I’m a little unsure of where to go
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| I’m a little kid swallowed by the shadows
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| In the ocean and I know
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| It’s a little bit daunting
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| It’s a little bit scary when I’m alone
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| It’s a little bit dark outside
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| When I’m uptight I call you on the phone
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| When we hang up I stay awake for a while
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| Wondering, if what you say is true, I am flawed but fixable
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| When I manage some shut-eye, oh, for all I know I might
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| Be slumbering, although I’d rather be dead on your couch
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| In my bed, in my head
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| There’s a light but it’s red
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| And I wander till waters bend around me
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| And surround me until I quit
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| What’s this shining
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| At the far end of the road?
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| Oh, I admit, I’d rather see the dark end of a
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| Tunnel than the bottom of the pit
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| All I’m doing is aiding
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| All I offer to give is a helping hand
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| But I cannot see but two feet in front of me
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| So try to understand
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| If you’re caught in a doorway
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| And a fire is nipping at your hell
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| If you’re stuck on a sinking ship
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| Enjoy your trip and pray it isn’t real
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| When I wake up I find that I’m hungry for more
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| Unsatisfied, oh, God I’m blue, but it will all be alright
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| If it wasn’t for all these uninvited visitors
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| Outside, I’d say I’m having a damn good night
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| In my bed, in my head
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| There’s a light but it’s red
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| And I wander till waters bend around me
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| And surround me until I quit
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| What’s this shining
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| At the far end of the road?
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| Oh, I admit, I’d rather see the dark end of a
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| Tunnel than the bottom of the pit
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| I’m in need of a captain
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| And I wish you were that for me today
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| I’m in need of a wax and feather
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| Set of wings and then I’ll be okay
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| As long as I take off
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| When the sun can’t burn away by dream
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| Don’t know I’ll be back this way
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| Perhaps someday, don’t wait
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| In my bed, in my head
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| There’s a light but it’s red
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| And I wander till waters bend around me
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| And surround me until I quit
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| What’s this shining
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| At the far end of the road?
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| Oh, I admit, I’d rather see the dark end of a
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| Tunnel than the bottom
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| Tunnel than the bottom
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| Sunken to the bottom of the pit |