| 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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| Hey now, check your change
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| Dressed up like a car crash
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| Your wheels are turning but 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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| Ou, is that what it is
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| Red lights, gray 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 depends 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 when 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
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| 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 satellite television
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| You can go anywhere
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| Miami, new Orleans
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| 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
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| Then the night would give you up
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| Stay then the day would keep it’s 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
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| And the clatter
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| As an angel
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| Hits the ground |