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The walls have been blackened and the floor is a mess |
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You have tears upon your shoulder, you wear sorrow for a dress |
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You've stumbled upon emptiness and emptiness has stumbled upon you |
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You have novels on your bookshelves and stories in your heart |
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Gone are the days when you could tell them apart |
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You're looking for Ophelia and Ophelia is looking for you |
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You're a child of the darkness, a child of the light |
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You are holding on to midnight and fighting for your life |
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Reaching out for heaven, heaven is reaching out for you |
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You think that you're a debutante, a tourist in this place |
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That these speeches are for charlatans and these readings a waste |
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You're looking for salvation and salvation is looking for you |
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You tell yourself in hiding, the aesthete is your role |
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But in all my years I've never met a girl who had more soul |
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You're looking for your lover and your lover is looking for you |
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You're a child of the darkness, a child of the light |
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You are holding on to midnight and fighting for your life |
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Reaching out for heaven, heaven is reaching out for you |
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The walls have been blackened and the floor is a mess |
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You have tears upon your shoulder, you wear sorrow for a dress |
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You've stumbled upon emptiness and emptiness has stumbled upon you |
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You tell yourself in hiding, the aesthete is your role |
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But in all my years I've never met a girl who had more soul |
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You're looking for your lover and your lover is looking for you |
