| The more delicate the task
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| You find the shakier the hand
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| You try to undersand and fight it
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| All that you need
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| Has brought you to your knees
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| Trembling with greed still you fight it
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| And it’s funny how the darkest things
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| You only find when you’ve been searching
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| Don’t back down from what you need
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| Guiltiness it only makes you mean
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| When you’re alone would you put your hands
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| Through the camera lens to reach her?
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| Behind the screen does she call your name
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| When you hear it through the stream
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| Do you fight it?
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| And it’s funny how the darkest things
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| You only find the light you bring
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| Don’t back down from what you need
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| Guiltiness it only makes you mean
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| So here we are
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| Lovers in the room breathing oxygen
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| Still you fight it
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| Well come move my hands
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| I will not breakdown
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| Or turn into a pop-up advertisement
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| And it’s funny how the darkest things
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| You only find when you’ve been searching
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| Don’t back down from what you need
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| Guiltiness it only makes you mean
|
| And it’s funny how the darkest things
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| You only find when you’ve been searching
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| Don’t back down from what you need
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| Guiltiness it only makes you mean
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| I’d have waited a lifetime for a sign
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| Only to fall apart when love arrives
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| But we’re coming home
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| We’re coming home
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| We’re coming home |