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Tis the season of the year to turn inside
And to see each day turn into night
And I'm thinking of a word I could use to describe
I've given up on every theory, law and design
I've got my keys and my money and I've got my phone
My mind is in a place nobody knows
I hate the things that I used to like
I must be stepping to the beat of such an off time
Or rather my step must be taken by the dawn's early light
You know I meant what I said when I said you were mine
I guess I'll head on home to a private life
I got the heat on high I won't freeze this time
The officer is dead, the criminals have fled
Your miracle ends here
My legs may be raised but my head's held high
They be teasing and teaming and lining up like flies
You know I wouldn't dare dream of a corrupted spine
But the seed of my youth feels awful sometimes
The fantasy has ended, your alibi confessed
Your own world will make a better man dead
Tonight, oh you
Tonight, oh you
The memory of you still lingers the next night
Maybe I'll beat myself up or off, so hard to decide
We both look and do not look at different times
I've got one hand in my pocket I won't lose this time
Dream or be dreamt of was the guy's stupid line
Tonight, oh you
Tonight, oh you