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Staring into space, I try to convince myself |
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It doesn't really matter that I'm living your life not mine, |
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Then holding my head up high |
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I swallow hard and ask myself why, |
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How is it I find myself here with you? |
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I keep turning off lights, |
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And getting under covers |
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Caught up in your nights, |
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Crying for the answers |
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Oh, I keep turning off lights, |
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Rolling with the thunder |
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Fighting for my life, |
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Crying for the answers |
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Oh, I keep turning off lights. |
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What is this need I have for giving too much? |
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Then I feel guilt for never ever taking enough, |
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I keep making the same mistakes |
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How much more do I have to take? |
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I'd rather die than have to face the night. |
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I keep turning off lights, |
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And getting under covers |
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Caught up in your nights, |
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Crying for the answers |
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Oh, I keep turning off lights, |
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Rolling with the thunder |
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Fighting for my life, |
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Crying for the answers |
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Oh, I keep turning off lights. |
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I can't hide, I can't run |
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I don't know who I'm really running from, |
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I guess I know I'm trying to avoid myself |
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I keep turning off lights. |
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I keep turning off lights, |
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And getting under covers |
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Caught up in your nights, |
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Crying for the answers |
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Oh, I keep turning off lights, |
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Rolling with the thunder |
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Fighting for my life, |
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Crying for the answers |
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Oh, I keep turning off lights. |
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I keep turning off lights, |
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And getting under covers |
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Caught up in your nights, |
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Crying for the answers |
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Oh, I keep turning off lights, |
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Rolling with the thunder |
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Fighting for my life... |
