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How am I still in the dark when the world is on fire |
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Lit by the passing of sparks |
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I crouch low in my shadow |
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When the world is on fire |
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How am I still in the dark |
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A puppet, a toy |
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I am safe in my shadow |
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Backlit by the passing of sparks |
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I wake up from a media blackout |
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Feed my child and we head outside |
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Here be monsters -- |
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How do I tell her about them |
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You know for now |
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I'll just let that one slide |
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I want in on |
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Lucinda's sweet old world |
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If it's there |
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I swear to god there are days that |
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Song's what gets me out of bed |
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The world is on fire |
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So how am |
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I still in the dark |
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I see you there too |
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You're low in your shadow |
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But lit by the passing of sparks |
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I wake up from a deep winter blackout |
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And I see all the summer creeps crawling out |
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I swear to god there are days |
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That thought's what sends me back to bed |
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The world |
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I son fire |
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So how am |
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I still in the dark |
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Out of this madness is something unravelling |
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How am I so in the dark |
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Why am I so in the dark |
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How am I so in the dark |
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When the world is on fire |
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This is not the last time |
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That I'm coming round again |
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I'm still so pissed at you all |
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This is not the last time |
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That I'm coming round again |
