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She can't sleep at night, still on the hunt for her four-leaf clover |
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Through her tunnel sight she seeks out the chances left over |
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She can't waste time with so much left to do |
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Ease was a ticking bomb, dreams the target that it blew up |
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Now it's pulling her down |
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She walks a tightrope race over slopes so steep |
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Where the light-keeper seems to have fallen asleep |
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Can't they see she'll never get where they expect her to be |
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She walks a tightrope race over slopes so steep |
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While the light-keeper seem to have fallen asleep |
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Can't they see she'll never get where they expect her to be |
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I can't sleep at night, a sense of peace and my body shivers |
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She can't sleep at night, it's under her skin like a thousand slivers |
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Cause I can't waste time with so much left to do |
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Ease was a ticking bomb, dreams the target that it blew up |
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Now it's dragging me down |
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She walks a tightrope race over slopes so steep |
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Where the light-keeper seems to have fallen asleep |
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Can't they see she'll never get where they expect her to be |
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She walks a tightrope race over slopes so steep |
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While the light-keeper seem to have fallen asleep |
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Can't they see she'll never get where they expect her to be |
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I walk a tightrope race over cliffs so sharp |
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Where the world I once knew is now falling apart |
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Can't she see I'll never get where she expect me to be |
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And we walk a tightrope race over slopes so steep |
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While the light-keeper seems to have fallen asleep |
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Can't she see I'll never get who she's trying to be |
