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First let me use the dialect in which I speak
To say something real
Our bulb may seem burnt sometimes but it's not, just needs a twist
I've been walking barefoot all night
looking for the demons in our mind
You're my late night radio station, when I'm off you tune me in
A bag for all those times my hands feel full, you'll pack my mess
I've been walking barefoot all night
looking for the demons in our minds
Let's wander, far away
Till we lose our way
And we'll be bound to stay
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