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You play the fool again* |
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And hide behind your friends |
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You say you walked away |
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But that's not on your face |
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You're waiting for the sign |
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To leave them all behind |
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You shudder all the way |
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And wonder what they'll say |
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You have your chance |
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To wash the stars away, |
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But it's too late |
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EverybodyWants to touch your hand |
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But don't you worry |
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About the talk behind your back'til it's too late |
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Now you're bracing for the fall |
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They're blinded by it all |
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You're frozen by the fear |
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Of what they want to hear |
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You had your chance |
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To wash the stars away, |
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But it's too late |
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Everybody wants to touch your hand |
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But don't you worry |
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About the talk behind your back |
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You're all alone now |
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Living in the past' |
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Now it's too late |
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Fast as they can |
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Slipped from your hands |
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And left you bare |
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Now yesterday is all you have |
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But it's too late, |
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Now you're too late |
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EverybodyWants to touch your hand |
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But don't you worry |
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About the talk behind your back |
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You're all alone now |
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Living in the past |
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Now you're too late |
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And everyone who touched your hands |
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Now it's too late |
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Is talking now behind your back |
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Now it's too late |
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Alone and living in the past |
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Now you're too late |
