How am I still in the dark when the world is on fire
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Lit by the passing of sparks I crouch low in my shadow
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When the world is on fire
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How am I still in the dark
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A puppet, a toy
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I am safe in my shadow
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Backlit by the passing of sparks
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I wake up from a media blackout
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Feed my child and we head outside
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Here be monsters --
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How do I tell her about them
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You know for now I'll just let that one slide
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I want in on Lucinda's sweet old world
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If it's there
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I swear to god there are days that
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Song's what gets me out of bed
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The world is on fire
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So how am I still in the dark
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I see you there too
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You're low in your shadow
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But lit by the passing of sparks
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I wake up from a deep winter blackout
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And I see all the summer creeps crawling out
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I swear to god there are days
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That thought's what sends me back to bed
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The world I son fire
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So how am I still in the dark
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Out of this madness is something unravelling
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How am I so in the dark
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Why am I so in the dark
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How am I so in the dark
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When the world is on fire
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This is not the last time
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That I'm coming round again
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I'm still so pissed at you all
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This is not the last time
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That I'm coming round again
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World On Fire
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| Tanya Donelly |
