'Cause I cannot see you that you feel so free to steal
My excess baggage full of darkness and despair
While I fumble with my locks you're content to stand and knock
Yet I know your knack for thievery is rare
Do you know they call it arson, setting fires without permission
In my heart for sure and maybe elsewhere too?
Though your lack of inhibition captures my imagination
I end up a wiser person, thanks to you
It's coming to fruition
The sympathetic vibration
Your train is at my station
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Then there is your flare for murder, there's a dagger in the border
Of your cloak and I suspect a captain's gun
As you put to death suspicions, kindly kill my fears as well
Exorcise and slay the demons one by one
Though I'm usually pacifistic, you are mercifully sadistic
And I didn't know that murder could be good
But the roses came crimson, springing from the prison
Of the floorboards where there once were stains of blood
It's coming to fruition
The sympathetic vibration
Your train is at my station
Within, without
Within, without
It's calming my suspicion
With soothing intuition
Your train is at my station
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
It's coming to fruition
The sympathetic vibration
Your train is at my station
Within, without
Within, without
It's calming my suspicion
With soothing intuition
Your train is at my station
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without
Within, without

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