It's great Northern, with story.

If I sit around, get you some glory.

And don't forget to take on a lie.

And all the things you've tried to make you feel alive.

And if you can't tell why all those things made you feel alive.

Now, baby, why? The sun sets high.

What do you want? What do you need?

What do you get? What do you see?

Tell me secrets, tell me story.

How about one you can hide behind?

If I sit around, get me some glory.

I won't forget to take on a lie.

And it's in all those things we won't ever say.

And it's in all those things we won't ever be.

And it's in all those things we will pay not to see.

What do you want? What do you need?

What do you want? What do you get? What do you see?

It's all the same or different words.

A simple name in your words.

The story goes, I'm hiding out.

You're hiding out. I'm hiding words.

I should have left you alone.

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