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… Breathing in the dark, lying on its side
… The ruins of the day painted with a scar
And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to try
… The feelings start to rot, one wink at a time
… Oh-oh, forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded
Horrified with each stone on the stage, my little dark age
… Picking through the cards, knowing what's nearby
… The carvings on the face say they find it hard
… And the engine's failed again, all limits of disguise
… The humor's not the same, coming from denial
… Oh-oh, I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone
Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age
… I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
You know that if it hides, it doesn't go away
If I get out of bed, you'll see me standing all alone
Horrified on the stage, my little dark age
… Giddy with delight, seeing what's to come
… The image of the dead, dead ends in my mind
… Policemen swear to God, love seeping from their guns
I know my friends and I would probably turn and run
If you get out of bed, come find us heading for the bridge
Bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age
… I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone
Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age
… All alone, open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age
