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You pull the sheets around you throat |
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Talking like the harpy again |
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I've got this heartache in my coat |
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Since i don't remember when |
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It's guaranteed to live and to bleed |
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And you feed it with your bitterest lies |
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Hope you can see what that's done to me |
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But i don't care to look into your eyes |
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There's no explanation |
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Dreamtongued man from the golden land |
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Standing with the keys to your door |
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I had to laugh as i shook his hand |
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Didn't know he'd been here before |
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I know him well but i never can tell |
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If he sees right through my futile disguise |
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Hope you can see what that's done to me |
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But i don't care to look into your eyes |
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There's no explanation |
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Walking alone down the path to your home |
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On a silent and sensual day |
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It almost could be my very own |
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Before i went and lost my way |
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Directions aren't clear when you're standing here |
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And you cheer me with your faithless surprise |
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Hope you can see what that's done to me |
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But i don't care to look into your eyes |
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There's no explanation |
