This is about the rest of us, the ones you left behind
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We had no notion of all your wicked crimes
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We are the ones you told your kids of before you went to sleep
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What you didn't say was how you thought we were weak
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And then come to me in the dead of night
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And I convince myself it'll be alright
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And when you hold me close as the night unfolds
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And I convince myself how we'll grow old
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And when you come to me in the dead of night
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And I convince myself it'll be alright
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I used to sit alone and watch your cities rise
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It flashed across my mind the murder in your eye
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Are you the one we fear and talk of when we try to sleep?
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The man who helped himself and never skipped a beat
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And then come to me in the dead of night
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And I convince myself it'll be alright
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And when you hold me close as the night unfolds
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And I convince myself we'll grow old
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And when you come to me in the dead of night
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And I convince myself it'll be alright
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There is no point replacing, there is no point in chasing
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There is no point defacing, there is no point erasing you
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And when you come to me in the dead of night
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And I convince myself it'll be alright
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And when you hold me close as the night unfolds
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And I convince myself how we'll grow old
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And when you come to me in the dead of night
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And I convince myself we're alright
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Come To Me
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| Steve Mason |
