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The night gave you a song A light had been turned on You walked out in the world Like you belong there As easy as a breeze Each heart was yours to please Is it only me who sees There's something wrong there Oh, la, la, I'm not a ghost now I can see you You need to see me It's the little things that give you away The words you cannot say Your big mouth in the way I saw you on the stairs You didn't notice I was there That's 'cause you were talking at me And not to me You were high above the storm A hurricane being born This freedom it might cost you Your liberty It's the little things that give you away The words you cannot say Your big mouth in the way It's the little things that tease and betray Has the hunter now become the prey? It's the little things The little things that give you away Sometimes I can't believe my existence I see myself from a distance I can't get back inside Sometimes The air is so anxious All my thoughts are so reckless And all my innocence has died Sometimes I wake at four in the morning Where all the darkness is swarming And it covers me in fear Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes I'm full of anger and grieving So far away from believing That any song will reappear Sometimes The end is not coming It's not coming The end is here Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes When the painted glass shatters And you're the only thing matters But I can't see you through the tears Sometimes The end isn't coming It's not coming The end is here Sometimes<lora:wegg:1.0>