| Night, the world, it's mine, with nobody else out here
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| It's time, run wild and royally cavalier
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| To burn, ignite, I'd do it for so much less
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| When all is made clear there is nothing else
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| And here we stand, the sweet arresting duality
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| And I come to, it's resin all over me
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| Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
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| In this race of two
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| We're an endless stream of choices
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| We're the softest murmur of voices
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| Without names we're fantasising
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| Dancing like flames, mesmerising
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| My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies
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| Making waves and diving under
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| Lightning to the sound of thunder
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| My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies
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| So white, so still, so bright, it's almost too painful now
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| I'm ready to fight, to run from the light
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| And here now comes the sweet corrupting reality
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| While now I'm free, will I once cease to be
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| Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
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| In this race of two
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| We are momentary masters
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| We're false kings and bastards
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| Without names we're fantasising
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| Dancing like flames, mesmerising
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| My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies
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| Making waves and diving under
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| Lightning to the sound of thunder
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| My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies
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| We are marionettes by strings animated
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| Yet like lovers of strings liberated
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| Without names we're fantasising
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| Dancing like flames, mesmerising
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| My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies
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| Making waves and diving under
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| Lightning to the sound of thunder
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| My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies
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| Brothers by blood separated
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| Marionettes animated
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| Lovers of strings liberated |