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I'm singing songs nearly every night |
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But I don't know who's listening |
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'Cause you're down in the dark |
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And I'm up here in light |
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And only now and then I see a face of you |
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But what's going on behind your face |
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Why did you come to this place |
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Is it really music, or is it something else |
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Sometimes I can read it from your eyes |
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'Cause sometimes, when you're with me |
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I can feel reflections of your souls |
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Then I'm with you and I know |
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All I'm doing is just feeling so good |
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And when the show is over |
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I'm like everyone |
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I pack up my guitar |
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And maybe I'm satisfied with what I've done |
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Hmm, it's not easy all the time |
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When you're standing on your side and I'm on mine |
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Maybe you want me to act like a star |
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But just this night I've got a completely empty heart |
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Lost is every word in my song |
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When you see my bowed head and you think my place is wrong |
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'Cause though you're strong and sometimes wise |
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You're getting angry when your clown is crying, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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I know, that we all need a push to live on |
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But you have to live your life and I live it in my song |
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And if you need somebody to help |
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So, don't look at me |
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'Cause I need help myself, yeah |
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And when the show is over |
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I'm like everyone |
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I pack up my guitar |
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And maybe I'm satisfied with what I've done |
