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So you won't tell me where you have been up to now |
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I don't know they have seen you come and go (Oh) |
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You are well on your way but never leaving the chair |
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Playing scenes on |
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TV screens |
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Watching widely to glimpse the full view |
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While the hours have their hands all over you |
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You say that you see me, well |
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I see you too |
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I look behind, what do you find, all but an empty room |
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Scratching the surface and you can't get away |
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You've travelled far and so far you have nothing to say |
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Chorus Scratching the surface |
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You better come up for air |
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A new experience to get you there |
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Scratching the surface |
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You better come up for air |
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Strapped to the media, a machine for fear |
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You're onto something then it slips right away |
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It's in your hand, follow through right in front of you |
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You say that you hear me, well |
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I hear you too |
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My secret is no secret outside of the tube |
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So you won't tell me, what you've done up to you |
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You're watching me, |
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I'm watching you decide (Oh) |
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Scratching the surface, you can't get away |
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You tried so hard, and so far you have nothing to say |
