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Well there's no going this way |
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There's no going that |
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The cul-de-sac one way warned you Babe |
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With a freight train there's no turning back |
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You wake to the serial nightmare |
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Your body's a heartbreakin' sight |
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A face forlorn in my windscreen |
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In the moonlight - so blue - so bright |
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Arcadie... is this a portrait of you? |
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Arcadie... you know I do |
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You know I do |
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Some hearts seem senselessly haunted |
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Others so calmly defined |
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In slo'-mo' I'm watching you movin' beside him |
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What could you not leave behind? |
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Who poisoned your dreams of a future? |
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Who hurt you then left you afraid? |
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Who blew away all your tomorrows like candles |
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Snuffed in The No Hope Arcade? |
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Some hearts are brutally blind Arcadie |
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Others are achingly kind |
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Arcadie, Is this the portrait of you? |
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Arcadie... You know I do |
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You know I do |
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But a smile, brings no note of redemption |
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The lover creeps home to the wife |
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Burnt out, a silhouette car wreck |
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Hot wired on the highway of life |
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A cold shouldered ghost of innocence lost |
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Disbelief stares back at you |
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A long-legged looker, hooking for love |
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In headlamps so deadly and true |
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Arcadie... is this the portrait of you? |
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Arcadie - you know I do |
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You know I do |
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Napalmed with mini bar comforts |
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They got shipwrecking fem - fem eyes |
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Capsizing sighs - abandoned - drowning |
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Safe in the warmth of his lies |
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Sweet lies - sweet smoky lies |
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No there's going this way |
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No going that |
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Her naked reflection going down on you |
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As the white screen fades to black |
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Oh Arcadie - I've painted this portrait for you |
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Indigo blue |
