| Walking over the dark roads
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| Who are lying ahead
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| Feeling the treetops
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| Walking over my head
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| Watch those eyes again
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| All of them painted in a different shade of black
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| Could I run or should I hide
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| Do they disappear when I forget
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| Turn the lights on
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| Let me lie down in your arms
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| I’m pulling the knife out
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| And cut some light in this canvas
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| Watch those eyes again
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| All of them painted in a different shade of black
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| Should I run or should I hide
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| Do they disappear when I forget
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| Just give me the light in the back of my head
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| I need a light in the back of my head
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| I know there’s a light in the back of my head
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| Just give me the light in the back of my head |