| The night is hot, my mood is down
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| Animals walk the industrial part of town
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| My teenage parents couldn’t sneak out
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| Cause of the tanks on the front lawn of their house
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| Of their house
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| And yeah, the night just grew its fangs
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| And I felt its growing pains
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| You know I’m barely hanging on
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| I’m burning on your front lawn
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| Like a glowing cross, cross, cross cross
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| They’re playing sad songs on the radio
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| There’s mothers knocking on, on their daughter’s doors
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| I can’t seem to get enough
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| I always thought I was headed somewhere
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| Never thought I’d just end up
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| Just end up
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| And yeah, the night just grew its fangs
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| And I felt its growing pains
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| You know I’m barely hanging on
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| I’m burning on your front lawn
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| Like a glowing cross, cross, cross cross
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| God has a door for you but keeps it locked
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| Man can’t walk on water, so I built a dock
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| And the night just grew its fangs
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| Yeah, I felt its growing pains
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| You know I’m barely hanging on
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| I’m hanging on
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| And yeah, the night just grew its fangs
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| And I felt its growing pains
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| You know I’m barely hanging on, oh
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| I’m burning on your front lawn
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| Like a glowing cross, cross, like a glowing cross |