(China Burton)
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Staring into space, I try to convince myself
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It doesn't really matter that I'm living your life not mine,
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Then holding my head up high
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I swallow hard and ask myself why,
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How is it I find myself here with you?
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I keep turning off lights,
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And getting under covers
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Caught up in your nights,
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Crying for the answers
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Oh, I keep turning off lights,
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Rolling with the thunder
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Fighting for my life,
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Crying for the answers
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Oh, I keep turning off lights.
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What is this need I have for giving too much?
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Then I feel guilt for never ever taking enough,
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I keep making the same mistakes
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How much more do I have to take?
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I'd rather die than have to face the night.
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I keep turning off lights,
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And getting under covers
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Caught up in your nights,
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Crying for the answers
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Oh, I keep turning off lights,
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Rolling with the thunder
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Fighting for my life,
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Crying for the answers
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Oh, I keep turning off lights.
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I can't hide, I can't run
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I don't know who I'm really running from,
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I guess I know I'm trying to avoid myself
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I keep turning off lights.
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I keep turning off lights,
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And getting under covers
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Caught up in your nights,
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Crying for the answers
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Oh, I keep turning off lights,
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Rolling with the thunder
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Fighting for my life,
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Crying for the answers
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Oh, I keep turning off lights.
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I keep turning off lights,
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And getting under covers
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Caught up in your nights,
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Crying for the answers
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Oh, I keep turning off lights,
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Rolling with the thunder
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Fighting for my life....
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I Keep Turning Off Lights
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| Agnetha Faltskog |
