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Transfixed to details in the ceiling |
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Won't dissolve the feeling |
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You're not out there |
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Haunts you to believe it |
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When they tell you that meeting people's easy |
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But you won't dare |
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One more night |
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You know that you owe yourself at least just that |
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One more night |
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You know that you owe yourself at least just that |
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Faint strange lights |
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Echo in the outskirts of your mind tonight |
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Highway glare, nearly there |
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But cold fronts and frigid stares |
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Oh, keep you from there |
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Basement bliss, the blindside kiss |
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And shyness you'd rather miss |
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Oh, but you're too scared |
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One more night |
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You know that you owe yourself at least just that |
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One more night |
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You know that you owe yourself at least just that |
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Faint strange lights |
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Echo in the outskirts of your mind tonight |
