Balanced, on the edge of a knife
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In love with the night,
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So I'll ignore the cracks in the ice.
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And I'll raise my glass,
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Sing a toast to the end of all things baby,
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'Cos daylight won't wait for me.
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Oh, what has become of me?
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Turn the lights out 'cos I don't want to see,
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What I've become.
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I'm condemned to walk the night,
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And I don't care,
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No I don't care.
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'Cos in the morning light,
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The mirror lies,
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'Cos I'm not there
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No, I'm not there.
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Now I'm, become destroyer of worlds,
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At the very least my own,
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So I'll sit on the tracks and I'll wait.
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And I'll raise my glass,
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Sing a toast to the end of all things baby,
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But I'm drinking alone.
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Oh what has become of me?
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Turn the lights out cos I don't want to see,
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What I've become.
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I'm condemned, to walk the night,
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And I don't care,
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No I don't care.
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'Cos in the morning light,
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The mirror lies,
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'Cos I'm not there
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No I'm not there.
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You, you are the sun,
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And if you are the sun,
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You can keep me in the dark.
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What have I become?
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Horns where there were none before.
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What have I become?
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Horns where there were none before.
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So just leave me in the dark.
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What have I become?
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Horns where there were none before.
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What have I become?
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Horns where there were none before.
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In The Night
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| Young Guns |
