A midnight game of hide and seek
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Within the cemetery gates
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Face pressed against nocturnal fields
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Where granite headstoned congregate
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I'm not scare in this moonless night
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Everyone here admits they're dead inside
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Corpses below whisper their alibis
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Explaining wasted lives
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So where were you on this stormy night?
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Is there a witness who can testify
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That you didn't take your own life
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And hide the body by the turn pike?
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We are hollow, agents of need
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We reep the comfort while the third world bleeds
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This will not change until we start to breath
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Until we start living
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I bought a dozen roses
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And I put on my nicest clothes
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I'm trembling but I look good
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I'm ready to seduce my soul
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Here is a time, here is a chance
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To give my life some romance
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And to be greater than the living dead
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Fill up the neighborhoods with art
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Make theaters in our own backyards
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laugh like you need it to survive
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Sing just to prove that we're alive
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We're alive
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This is our time, this is our chance
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To give our lives some romance
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have more to say than just nodding our heads
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This is my time, this is my chance
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I'm breaking out of this trance
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Climbing out of this hospital bead
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Park path concrete, words in chalk challenge me
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"This is yours, so take it back"
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Forge artistry or live passionlessly?
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This life is mine, I want it back
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Courting My Soul
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