| Blinded by the tears I she’d while
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| Pricking my soul with needles
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| From out your eyes,
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| Can’t imagine it’s too late,
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| I could have seen it coming, now I realize.
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| It’s not what it should be
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| Drowning in my memories
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| I’m drowning…
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| I’m living in my darkside…
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| My darkside home,
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| Light is painting shadows where I used to go.
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| My darkside home,
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| Paper boats on water carrying all my hope.
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| What is it you want, what is it you need?
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| Your steps through my door won’t tell me indeed.
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| Out in the porch I see the path you take is fading
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| In front of me.
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| It’s not what it should be,
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| Blurred edges all around me
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| I’m living in my darkside…
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| My darkside home,
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| Light is painting shadows where I used to go.
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| My darkside home,
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| Paper boats on water carrying all my hope.
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| It’s not what it should be
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| Drowning in my memories
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| It’s not what it should be
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| Drowning in my memories
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| My darkside home,
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| Light is painting shadows where I used to go.
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| My darkside home,
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| Paper boats on water carrying all my hope. |