The first born, my heart will call Truly
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A God-like boy of the sky
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The fog hissed away like a movie
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And serpents go home for the night
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The thundercloud rain hits the freeway
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The clowns put on makeup for show
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The nightfall, my skin crawl kind of evening
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And how the wind she blows
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How the wind she blows
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[Chorus]
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I want you to come closer
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Come in closer. Come in closer.
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I want you to come in closer
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Come in closer. Come in closer.
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I want you to come in closer, in closer
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Come dancing with devils
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Need not to know their names
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We'll waltz like an army
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For the fear of our pain
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Our souls become useless
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As the day they were born
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In a rusted arm rocking chair
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Away from your storm
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But still, the truth remains lethal
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A lie made by man
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Where my shoes become hammers
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And my words become sand
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Like a sour patch, a wedding batch
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Of roses you threw across my floor
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In the rusted arm rocking chair
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Away from your storm
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[Chorus]
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I really do
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Come In Closer
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| Blue October |
