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Turn up the lights
Fold up the bed
Turn up those voices
outside my head
Lay out for me
Feed me with lies
Just hold me up, your patron saint
Do matronize me

'Cause I can't make you stalk me
if you won't
You can't make your mind think something
it don't
Here in my light,
in these early hours
I will pick up my heart
and not feel your power
But I can't, no I won't
'Cause I can't make you stalk me,
when you don't.

I'll freeze my eyes,
then you won't see
The heart you don't feel
when you're not holding me
Evening will come
and you'll do what's wrong
Just give me till then
to give up this song
And you could give up our wrong

'Cause I can't make you love us
if you won't
You can't make your mind feel something
it don't
Here in our light,
in these late hours
I will pick up my heart
and I'll feel our power
But I can't, no I can't
'Cause I can't make you stalk peace,
when you don't.

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