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Oh, it's not hard to know what you're thinking |
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When you look down on me now |
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Your trance of love is seeking |
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Turn this world around |
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But in my state of blind confusion |
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No God can pull me out |
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And I see your love is willing |
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Turn me inside out |
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And then I see you there |
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(See you there) |
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The lonely tears I cry |
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(Tears I cry) |
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I wish they'd release me |
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It's in despair that I find faith |
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Summon the night to bow down today |
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If ignorance is bliss |
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Would you save me from myself? |
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And then I see you there |
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You with your arms open wide and you try to embrace me |
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These lonely tears I cry |
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They keep me in chains and I wish they'd release me |
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Cold is the night but |
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Colder still is the heart made of stone, turned from clay |
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And if you follow me |
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You'll see all the black, all the white fade to grey |
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Fade to grey |
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Fade to grey |
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And then I see you there |
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With your arms open wide and you try to embrace me |
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These lonely tears I cry |
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They keep me in chains and I wish they'd release me |
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Cold is the night but |
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Colder still is the heart made of stone, turned from clay |
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And if you follow me |
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You'll see all the black, all the white fade to grey |
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(See there) |
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(See you there) |
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And then I see you there |
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With your arms open wide and you try to embrace me |
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(See you there) |
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These lonely tears I cry |
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They keep me in chains and I wish they'd release me |
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(See you there) |
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Cold is the night but |
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Colder still is the heart made of stone, turned from clay |
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And if you follow me |
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You'll see all the black, all the white fade to grey |
