| Crying on your mother’s pillow
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| Crying cause of something that you saw
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| Lie awake alone in your room
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| Too scared to even look behind your door
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| But when you’re young, your eyes are oh! |
| So sure
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| All you see is real, not in your mind
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| You know at night the candle blows
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| Whispers in the dark, everyone hears
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| Something 'bout the dark, it makes us listen to our fears
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| Whispers in the dark, they call your name
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| You can’t escape the dark when light just dwindles like a flame
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| Paint a face on your desire
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| Paint a picturesque view of your heart
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| Take a slice of all the answers
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| The riddle ends where all your daydreams start
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| Cause if you look you’d see the whole world
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| Goes round it’s only friend
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| And realize the world without a sun just
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| Whispers in the dark, everyone hears
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| Something 'bout the dark, it makes us listen to our fears
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| Whispers in the dark, they call your name
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| You can’t escape the dark when light just dwindles like a flame
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| Love will find its own way, even in the dark
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| This time, someone shut the gates around your heart
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| And lonely somehow lost the key
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| Some things are never meant to be
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| But when you’re young, your eyes are oh! |
| So sure
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| All you see is real, not in your mind
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| You know at night, the candle blows
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| Whispers in the dark, everyone hears
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| Something 'bout the dark, it makes us listen to our fears
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| Whispers in the dark, they call your name
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| You can’t escape the dark when light just dwindles like a flame
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| Whispers in the dark, everyone hears
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| Whispers in the dark, they make us listen to our fears |