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It's
coming
in
when
it
gets
dark
It's
not
the
shame,
it's
not
a
broken
heart
It's
not
a
dripping
tap
in
me
Why
does
it
bother,
why
does
it
bother
me?
The
night
was
never
meant
to
shine
But
I
keep
hanging
on
to
the
times
we
set
fire-
You
won't
believe
me,
I
keep
this
little
life
of
mine
You
couldn't
see
me,
how
do
you
know
what's
left
behind?
It's
not
that
bad,
it's
not
that
kind
I
hardly
notice
through
the
day
On
silent
streets
I
hear
it
anyway
I'd
make
it
stop
oh
if
I
could
Its
just
a
feeling,
its
not
the
love
you
took
The
daytime
wasn't
made
to
hide
And
I
keep
hanging
on
to
the
times
we
set
fire
– to
the
night
You
won't
believe
me,
I
keep
this
little
life
of
mine
You
couldn't
see
me,
how
do
you
know
what's
left
behind?
It's
not
that
bad,
it's
not
that
kind
You
won't
believe
me,
I
keep
this
little
life
of
mine
You
couldn't
see
me,
how
do
you
know
what's
left
behind?
It's
not
that
bad,
it's
not
that
kind
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