I'm not as scared as I once was
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I can cross the street all by my self now
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I tend to sever the space that surrounds mine
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And I seem to do it all the time now
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Could I have a smidgen of you faith?
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A strand of hair within a jar to pledge allegiance to you
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Keep your dreams hidden behind a shelf
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Don’t tell no-one or they'll become possessions of somebody else
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Guess I'm riding free beneath this moonlight
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But this romance with my self is causing me to doubt
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Try hard not to step on any pavement cracks
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If I was ever there I can't seem to find my way home back
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And I'm chained between more than four walls
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Walls of my mind and I can't find the code to crack the lock
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Not sure if it's me really riding now I'm like a ghost
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Ghost of some road that everyone bypasses
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And I just get so scared for myself
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You can't rely on me or anybody else
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Outside are the dogs so who can you trust
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When you're scared?
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When you're running so scared
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When company's like vultures and your room's like some sepulchre
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You found out
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It weakens your resistance if you keep questioning your existence
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So what now?
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Open up, open up
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There's no need to shut it down
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Thaw it, thaw it out
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Thaw the ice that's trying to hound you down to the ground
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Buses, trains and miles of sheets of rain
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Another night and it's alright
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A little misadventure
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Caught a cab, ran out of change again
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It's not that bad, I've just been had, had by myself again
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Outside Are The Dogs
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| Bluebottle Kiss |
