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Someone told me |
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The stars will fall only when I'm |
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I'm not looking |
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I'm not looking for anything tonight |
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The shape of these hands |
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That used to hold, grown over and wild |
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Whispered nonsense |
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Underneath the leaves like a child in a pile |
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I would burn and heave |
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Sending ash into the eaves |
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Strip the paint with pounding rain |
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Here I'll make my home again and again, again and again |
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See those searchlights |
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They'll never find a better life |
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Watch those taillights |
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Lend their red into my eyes |
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But I won't break this fall |
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Acting like a voodoo doll |
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Every move I don't intend |
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Here I'll make my home again and again |
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Again and again, again and again, again and again |
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Someone told me |
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You came home last Halloween |
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Could it be you? |
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Have a mask I haven't seen? |
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I haven't seen |
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I haven't seen |
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I haven't seen |