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I lit the match, I lit the match
I saw another monster turn to ash
Felt the burning lifting from my back
Do you recognize a nervous twitch
That exposes the weekness of the myth

When your turn comes round
And the light goes on
And you feel your attraction again
Your instinct can't be wrong

Seperate the fiction from the fact
I've been a little slow to react
But it's nearly time to flick the switch
And I'm hanging by a single stitch
Laughing at the stony face of gloom

When your turn comes round
And the light goes on
And you feel your attraction again
Your instinct can't be wrong

Feelings come and go
Where the true present lies in calling down
We're calling down
Calling

Laughing at the stony face of doom
When your turn comes round
And the days get long
And you feel your attraction to him
Your instinct can't be wrong

Calling down, crawling down

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