| The night gave you song
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| A light had been turned on
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| You walked out in the world
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| Like you belong there
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| As easy as a breeze
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| Each heart was yours to please
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| Is it only me who sees
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| There’s something wrong there
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| Oh, I’m not a ghost there
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| I can see you
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| You need to see me
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| It’s the little things that give you away
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| The words you cannot say
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| Your big mouth in the way
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| It’s the little things that tease and betray
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| As the hunted I become the prey
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| It’s the little things
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| The little things that give you away
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| I saw you on the stairs
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| You didn’t notice I was there
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| That’s 'cause you were talking at me
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| Not to me
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| You were high above the storm
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| A hurricane being born
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| What was freedom it might cost you your liberty
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| It’s the little things that give you away
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| The words you cannot say
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| Your big mouth in the way
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| It’s the little things that tease and betray
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| As the hunted I become the prey
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| It’s the little things
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| The little things that give you away
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| Sometimes
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| I can’t believe my existence
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| See myself on a distance
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| I can’t get back inside
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| Sometimes
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| The air is so anxious
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| All my tasks are so thankless
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| And all of my innocence has died
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| Sometimes
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| I wake at four in the morning
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| Where all the doubt is swarming
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| And it covers me in fear
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| Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes…
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| Sometimes
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| Full of anger and grieving
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| So far away from believing
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| That any song will reappear
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| Sometimes
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| The end is not dawning
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| It’s not coming
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| The end is here
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| Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes…
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| Sometimes
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| I’m full of anger and grieving
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| So far away from believing
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| That any song will reappear
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| Sometimes
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| The end isn’t coming
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| It’s not coming
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| The end is here
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| Sometimes |