| As the night time bleeds into the day
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| Tomorrow spills across the sky
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| And the sun's a harsh reminder why
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| We are feeling barely human
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| We don't know what's good for us
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| 'Cause if we did, we might not do it
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| Who knows where our limits lie?
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| We won't discover 'til we push it
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| I should just walk away, walk away
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| But it grips me, it grips me
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| But I should call it a day
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| And make my way
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| Oh, it grips me
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| 'Cause the devil's got my arms
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| And it pulls me back into the night
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| But I should just walk away
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| Away, oh it grips me
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| 'Cause the devil's got my arms
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| And it pulls me back into the night
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| We got drunk on this unholy wine
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| To deliver us from our old minds
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| A promise of a better time
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| 'Til we're feeling barely human
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| We don't know what's good for us
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| 'Cause if we did, we might not do it
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| Who knows where our limits lie?
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| We won't discover 'til we push it
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| 'Cause the devil's got my arms
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| And it pulls me back into the night
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| Well I should just walk away, away
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| Oh it grips me
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| 'Cause the devil's got my arms
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| And it pulls me back into the night
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| And it pulls me back into the night
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| I would rather forget
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| And wash my memory clean
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| Oh, I would rather forget
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| And wash my memory clean
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| I would rather forget
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| Wash my memory clean
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| I would rather forget
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| Wash my memory clean
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| 'Cause the devil's got my arms
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| And it pulls me back into the night
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| 'Cause the devil's got my arms
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| And it pulls me back into the night
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| And it pulls me back into the night |