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I never thought I'd get away
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Cos all there is, is faded for us today
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Maybe you sleep well in your head
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Don't bring on the night and cold moon born instead
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Cos I'm gonna find my way
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To the sun If destroy myself
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Swallowing habits die real hard
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And the coat she wore could not conceal the scars
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Beneath the magic of her lace
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Are a thousand lonely faces
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She can't place
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Cos I'm gonna find my way
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To the sun If I destroy myself
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I can't move on I'm gonna find my way to the sun
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If I destroy myself I can
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Shine on
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Shine
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Shine
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Shine
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Sooner or later masturbator lose
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Stationary westway running from you
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And true to self-destruct in veins
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We have found a way to keep the gift that remains
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Cos I'm gonna find my way to the sun
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If I destroy myslef I can move on
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Cos I'm gonna find my way to the sun
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If I destroy myself I can shine on
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Shine
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Shine
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Shine
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distant voices
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