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hese pale blue lights cover me so close that I can see, |
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They're a mirror, oh nothing's how it seems. |
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I walk slow down through the crowds in their fake leather shrouds, |
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To the corner lost in paper dreams, |
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I could of sworn I saw you by the door with a painter. |
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She said she's not there you never cared for her did you? |
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I fell from the stage with a thunder, tricked by desire. |
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You've got the rest of me, |
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Give me my heart back MacGuire. |
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Those cold red eyes that you see me through, |
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Won't tell you whether I'm lying, but maybe that's just as well, |
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Cause if this is all your living for baby you're on step from dying. |
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And only time will tell. |
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Begging me please you played that old tease, like an artist. |
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I sold the clothes on my back just to keep you in rags. |
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Now that you're perfectly sweet like a sadist, oh you're stranger than fire. |
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You got my innocence, |
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Give me my heart back MacGuire. |
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The city's in bloom I'm lost in this room by the window, |
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Neon sign lullabies float in the blue evening haze, |
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You hid me away like a shadow, only yours to acquire. |
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You've seen your best days now, |
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Give me my heart back MacGuire. |
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They don't need you no more, |
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Give me my heart back MacGuire. |
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You've got the rest of me, |
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Give me my heart back MacGuire. |
