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Scattered seeds and breaking storms |
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Won't make a decent lie for you |
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Naked and with every breath you climb the stairs |
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Step by step and I don't need this |
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And I don't need to be saved |
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Five steps away from this cliff top |
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And birds sing their praises |
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To this weary world that haunts my weary soul |
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There are monsters here |
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And as you scream, it makes no sense |
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It makes no sense |
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It makes no sense at all |
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There are monsters here |
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And as you scream, it makes no sense |
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It makes no sense |
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It makes no sense at all |
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In every despair |
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I'll find you standing there |
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Waiting with the bitter taste |
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Of envy on your sleeve |
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Because tonight is our night |
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And I don't want this |
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No, so won't you let me go |
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There are monsters here |
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And as you scream, it makes no sense |
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It makes no sense |
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It makes no sense at all |
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There are monsters here |
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And as you scream, it makes no sense |
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It makes no sense, |
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It makes no sense at all |
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As every animal will find itself a home |
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As every man and woman, well, they'll just lose control |
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And we can make ourselves believe |
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That I don't want this, I don't need this |
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No, I have this to myself |
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There are monsters here |
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And as you scream, it makes no sense |
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It makes no sense |
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It makes no sense at all |
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In every despair |
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I'll find you standing there |
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It makes no sense |
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It makes no sense at all |
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Sense at all |
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Sense at all |
