| My crowded heaven is full of shadows.
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| I’m foolish.
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| I’m full of shadows.
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| There’s an aqua violet glow and it lights the room.
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| Eyes shining.
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| Like deer in twilight just trying to move on.
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| But I’m stuck in reverse.
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| Trying to make sense of it all, but I always see it backwards.
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| I’m stuck in a moment.
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| Your mouth is moving silent.
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| I’m freaking out and losing it.
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| And the lights are bright, and I know you really like them, but I like things a
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| little dimmer.
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| They’re afraid of us.
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| They’re all afraid of us, and you should be, too.
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| Stay away from us, if you really know us.
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| So, what does it really matter if we’re staying up?
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| Just stay away from us.
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| A soft, faint chill sets the wind in a perfect day depression.
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| And every awkward little cry lifts our broken hymns.
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| It makes me smile.
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| They’re afraid of us.
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| They’re all afraid of us, and you should be, too.
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| Just ask me.
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| We don’t really need a big story.
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| Don’t ask permission from them.
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| Just ask me.
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| We don’t really need a big story.
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| What have they done, yeah, what have they done for us?
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| Stay away from us.
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| If you really know us.
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| So what does it really matter if we’re staying up?
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| Stay away from us |