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Here I am, 12 am,
Sunk in deep to my bed,
Kept alive by the light of the moon,
Close my eyes, but my mind
Got it’s own plan tonight,
And it keeps rubbing salt in the wound.

I know it’s too late, as night turns to day,
Now there’s no escaping the ghosts.

I can’t shake these midnight thoughts when I’m alone,
Latching to my brain and never letting go,
So I start making friends with the noise in my head
and all these midnight thoughts when I’m alone.

Dim the lights, Shut the blinds,
But I’m counting the time,
Am I nervous or am I insane?
Try to turn up the sound,
But I can’t shut it out,
Cause I’m hearing the pulse in my veins,

I know it’s too late, as night turns to day,
Now there’s no escaping the ghosts.

I can’t shake these midnight thoughts when I’m alone,
Latching to my brain and never letting go,
So I start making friends with the noise in my head
and all these midnight thoughts when I’m alone.

I know it’s too late, as night turns to day,
Now there’s no escaping the ghosts.

I can’t shake these midnight thoughts when I’m alone,
Latching to my brain and never letting go,
So I start making friends with the noise in my head
and all these midnight thoughts when I’m alone.

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