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In the city, the day is too hot |
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And you're hoping for relief |
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'Cuz your head is filled with pain |
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But you get no relief, 'cuz the night is the same |
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In the night |
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In the night you see through jaded eyes |
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In the night |
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In the night you feel barely alive |
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You live your life in darkness |
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You've got pennies on your eyes |
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And you say that it's all right, 'cuz you've never lived a lie |
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As you crawl back to your womb like existence in the night |
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In the night |
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In the night you see through jaded eyes |
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In the night |
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In the night you feel barely alive |
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You can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps |
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And the little man inside twists your tormented mind |
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Your mind is filled with shadows, your palms are wet with sweat |
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Limbs are bound and tangled in a fatal net |
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There are two things you can do one is turn and fight |
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The other's run headlong into the night |
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In the night |
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In the night you see through jaded eyes |
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In the night |
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In the night you feel barely alive |
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You can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps |
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And the breathing at your side, is it yours, or is it goodbye |
