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You saw my face fall into a well-worn groove |
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A child starts playing a role |
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and ends up type-cast in every movie |
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I took cold comfort in your touch |
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and now I'm laughing high and dry |
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Yeah I felt everything I'm gonna feel |
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Cried all the real tears I'm gonna cry |
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I don't care what you dreams you have |
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I don't care about your second sight |
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Now that you've cut yourself off |
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You're not even sure things are clear and bright |
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Well did you let it take hold of your soul |
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Was it like moonrise over your desert shore |
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Tell me is it more evil to lose your heart |
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Or to go on as before |
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What could come around |
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What could make a difference to me now |
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What could come around |
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Nothing could bring me down |
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I get warm to any touch |
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So why does yours get so cold |
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At first you didn't mean very much |
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Now you rule my life |
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Watch your house of cards take a deep breath |
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Watch it breathe word for word |
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Fifty-two secrets the justice would never protect |
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Fifty-two secrets justice never heard |
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What could come around |
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What could make a difference to me now |
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What could come around |
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Nothing could bring me down |
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How thirsty is your soil |
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Indifferent hearts never keep anything long |
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I spend my time looking around |
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For something to bring me down |
