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The first time you appeared there as a shadow on the wall |
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the second time I barely even saw you there at all |
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And all the dreams and fantasies that put you to the test - |
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I take the faintest outline, and my mind fills in the rest |
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Will I need you like a brand new morning sun? |
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Or will I grow to hate you like all the other ones? |
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But what I think you are is all I see |
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and as long as you're a stranger |
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as long as you're a stranger you'll stay perfect to me |
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Every night a lonely fight for something to be clear |
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I turn the page of dreary days and that's where you appear |
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So I build you up in little clay constructions in my head |
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and I like what I see |
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Will I need you like a brand new morning sun? |
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Or will I grow to hate you like all the other ones? |
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But what I think you are is all I see |
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and as long as you're a stranger |
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as long as you're a stranger you'll stay perfect to me |
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I used to seek within the crowd a place for me to hide |
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or look in every eye and try to find myself inside |
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But in all this confusion I have finally seen the light |
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I'll never know a person like the you I know tonight |
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Will I need you like a brand new morning sun? |
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Or will I grow to hate you like all the other ones? |
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But what I think you are is all I see |
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and as long as you're a stranger |
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as long as you're a stranger you'll stay perfect to me |
