| Another game of cards, sticky fingers and pizza boxes
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| Tiny bursts of flame, telephone in the microwave
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| Time keeps seeping through our skin and through our hair
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| Your translucent body feels like it’s not there
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| We are never alone, we are never alone
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| We are never alone, we are never alone
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| We are never alone, we are never alone
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| We are never alone
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| We want to see, we want to see
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| Your dark heart, your dark heart
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| We want to see, we want to see
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| Your dark heart, your dark heart
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| Tiny kinks in time making trouble in your direction
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| Darkly coloured thoughts making plans for a tiny future
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| Pain keeps creeping through your skin and through your brains
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| Your translucent body lost in its own way
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| We are never alone, we are never alone
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| We are never alone
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| Nothing like our flesh is gonna beat us down
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| Watching as the leaves fall
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| Nothing like our heads is gonna make us proud
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| Watching as the tea leaves crawl
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| We don’t need to be illuminated
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| Not like the river-boats
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| Nothing like our flesh is gonna beat us
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| We are never alone, we are never alone
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| We are never alone, we are never alone
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| We are never alone, we are never alone
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| We are never alone, we are never alone
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| We are never alone, we are never alone
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| We are never alone
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| We want to see, we want to see
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| Your dark heart, your dark heart
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| We want to see, we want to see
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| Your dark heart (Your dark heart)
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| We want to see, we want to see
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| Your dark heart, your dark heart
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| We want to see, we want to see
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| Your dark heart, your dark heart
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| (Five, seventy-four, eight-seven)
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| (Tonight's winner) |