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Green light, Seven Eleven |
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You stop in for a pack of cigarettes |
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You don't smoke, don't even want to |
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I see you check your change |
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Dressed up like a car crash |
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The wheels are turning byt you're upside down |
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You say when he hits you, you don't mind |
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Because when he hurts you, you feel alive |
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Is that what it is? |
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Red lights, grey morning |
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You stumble out of a hole in the ground |
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A vampire or a victim |
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It depend's on who's around |
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You used to stay in to watch the adverts |
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You could lip synch to the talk shows |
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And if you look, you look through me |
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And if you talk it's not to me |
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And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing |
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If I could stay... then the night would give you up |
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Stay, and the day would keep its trust |
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Stay, and the night would be enough |
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Faraway, so close |
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Up with the static and the radio |
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With satelite television |
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You can go anywhere |
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Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Berlin |
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And if you listen I can't call |
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And if you jump, you just might fall |
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And if you shout I'll only hear you |
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If I could stay... then the night would give you up |
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Stay then the day would keep its trust |
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Stay with the demons you drowned |
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Stay with the spirit I found |
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Stay and the night would be enough |
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Three o'clock in the morning |
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It's quiet and there's no one around |
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Just the bang and the clatter |
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As an angel runs to ground |
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Just the bang and the clatter |
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As an angel hits the ground |
