Honey, I know I know, you were born to give...
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And I also know I'm not the one you've been dying to slip off with into the Night...
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Cherished radical, I always knew you had it in you...
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Trials by fire are so easily won -
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Just try not to burn and things might not get worse...
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Hollowed-out valleys now rattle with the curse that
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Tonight is not your Night... It's not your Night
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Well, I followed the cries to a second-story flat and,
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In praise of bad luck, I threw down the homemade hat she made...
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Soon, the feral beast did beautify our wounds with a body that knew -
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You shouldn't hurt the ones you love... unless you really want to...
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Tried to celebrate the world, not hurl insults at a girl...
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But that finite rush which destroys every one of us is good destruction...
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Yeah, Hannah, you heard it here first - It's the good destruction...
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Now it's one forty-five and for some reason it's the season of trying to stay alive...
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So, let's stick together and breathe beneath the weather...
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It will be our doing...
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Son, given the right occasion, I'd put myself up for sale to post the necessary bail that would free you from This kingdom...
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But tonight is not your Night...
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It's not your Night...
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Self Portrait With Thing (Tonight Is Not Your Night)
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| Destroyer |
