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Outside my window |
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Outside my window |
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Wish I was fine |
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Outside the wind blows |
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Outside the wind blows |
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Fear stalks me again |
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Oustide my window the big moon hovers |
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casting shadows on things people've lost |
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Inside, dark and swaying landscapes deepen |
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And I want to lock myself up |
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And never come out again |
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Cause all these things in my chest |
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Gives me no rest |
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Just drags me down and away again |
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But I do remember how I was told |
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Not to be afraid of the dark |
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And I try, thinking this storm |
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Will finally carry us home |
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You could see it coming |
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Well, the truth is that I'm blind on my left eye |
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You could see it coming |
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Well, that's just part of my plan |
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You could see it coming |
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Well, the truth is that I'm blind on my left eye |
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You could see it coming |
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Well, the truth is that's just part of my plan |
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You might think that I'm wild |
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Well, the truth is that I'm blind on my left eye |
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You would think that I'm rash |
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That's just part of my plan |
