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The curtain's closing, |
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And nobody knows, |
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Where she's going, |
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She runs into the night alone. |
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The moon will guide her, |
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Without a trace, |
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I can't try to find her, ' |
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Cuz I don't know her face. |
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CHORUS: I feel it, wo-oh-oh-oh, |
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Your demon, wo-oh-oh-oh, |
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I feel the daggers comin' from your eyes, |
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And they cut right through me, |
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Cut right through me. (repeat) |
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The hour's turning, |
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And nobody sleeps, |
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Her heart is burning, |
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To load her veins with what she needs. |
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The moon will guide her, |
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Into a place, |
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I won't try to fight her, ' |
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Cuz I don't know her face. (chorus) |
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Life on the high is your alibi, |
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And I'm tired of you, |
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Running from the... |
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Truth (repeat). (chorus) |
