| At night in streetlight do not fight, I want you
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| I am sitting, waiting and wishing
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| That I could hunt you like a killer
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| With open arms like holy healers
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| I would hunt you like a killer
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| A call in a fall from a morning bird
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| It’s the same in your sleep as a firing squad
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| So in streetlight in the night I ask who
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| So in streetlight do not fight, I want you
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| I am sitting, waiting and wishing
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| That I could hunt you like a killer
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| With open arms like holy healers
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| I would hunt you like a killer
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| But I know you know I’m broken
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| Holy healer be unspoken
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| Hands are bloody I am always on your side
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| A call in a fall from a morning bird
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| It’s the same in your sleep as a firing squad
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| So in streetlight do not fight, I want you
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| And I could hunt you like a killer
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| With open arms like holy healers
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| I would hunt you like a killer |