follow me home if you dare to |
i wouldnt know where to lead you |
should i take chances when no one took chances on me? |
so i watch for the dark, wait for my life to start |
with no beauty in my memory |
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all that i wanted was to be wanted |
too young to wander london streets, alone and haunted |
born into nothing |
at least you have something, something to cling to |
visions of dazzling rooms ill never get let into |
and the memories were lost long ago |
but at least you have beautiful ghosts |
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perilous night, their voices calling |
a flicker of light before the dawning |
out here, the wild ones are taming the fear within me |
scared to call them my friends and be broken again |
is this hope just a mystical dream? |
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all that i wanted was to be wanted |
too young to wander london streets, alone and haunted |
born into nothing |
at least you have something, something to cling to |
visions of dazzling rooms ill never get let into |
and the memories were lost long ago |
but at least you have beautiful ghosts |
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and so maybe my home isnt what i had known |
what i thought it would be |
but i feel so alive with these phantoms of night |
and i know that this life isnt safe, but its wild and its free |
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all that i wanted was to be wanted |
ill never wander london streets, alone and haunted |
born into nothing |
with them, i have something, something to cling to |
i never knew id love this world theyve let me into |
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and the memories were lost long ago |
so ill dance with these beautiful ghosts |
and the memories were lost long ago |
so ill dance with these beautiful ghosts |