| daylight is creeping, i feel it burn my face
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| i don’t sleep here no more, so, my shadow walks in place of me like candy, your eyes, seetly, roll out of control
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| like the singer, alive, but just barely holding on far away, where you run, when it all becam undone
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| you’ll be dust, realize, you were taken for a ride
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| but still you call that number, til you’re crawling under
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| them stones, assorted jones, and all alone
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| i’m alive, it kinda took me by surprise
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| but everytime i look away, there’s no light
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| there’s no sentry at the gate
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| far away, where you run, when it all becam undone
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| you’ll be dust, realize, you were taken for a ride
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| but still you call that number
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| 'til you’re crawling under
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| 'til you’re crawling under
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| 'til you’re crawling under
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| 'til you’re crawling under
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| them stones, assorted jones, and picked over bones
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| daylight is creeping, i feel it burn my face
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| i don’t sleep here no more, so, my shadow walks in place of me |