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She walks the night |
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And nobody can see her any more |
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She loves the dark' |
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Cause she knows where it's coming from |
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She drinks her round |
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Her feet are barely touching on the ground |
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And she wakes you when the sun comes out again |
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I don't know why would |
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I pretend she wasn't there |
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If I can feel her heat she's real enough for me |
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She comes alive |
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Painted in the glow of a street light |
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Finding the world exactly as she left it |
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I don't know why would |
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I pretend she wasn't there |
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If I can feel her heat she's real enough to me |
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She's real enough to me |
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How many times in her gaze have |
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I diedIt gets cold enough in here for extra blankets |
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How many times to her face did |
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I lieAnd she wakes you when the sun comes out again |
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And she walks the night |
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I don't know why would |
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I pretend she wasn't there |
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If I can feel her heat she's real enough to me |
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She's real enough to me |
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How many times in her place have |
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I diedIt gets cold enough in here for extra blankets |
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How many times to her face did |
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I lieBut she wakes me when the sun comes out again |
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Still she wakes me when the sun comes out again |
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When the sun comes out she wakes me, she wakes me |
