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Through another late night confession |
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Told to a captive audience |
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And you listen with your ear to the door |
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Waiting for pearls of wisdom to fall |
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Like open secrets overheard |
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Through the cracks in the wall |
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With calculated candor you play the part |
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Of a trusted confidant |
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Moving closer for a better view |
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Looking for more than eyes can see |
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On the tattered pages |
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Of an open diary |
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If you want to know |
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Just what I see |
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Look at yourself |
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And don't ask me |
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And if you want to know |
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Where we're going |
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Keep your distance |
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And don't follow me |
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Like an old friend with nothing left to say |
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You'll find I'm not who you thought I'd be |
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As you contemplate the silence |
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Waiting for pearls of wisdom to fall |
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From the still uncertain heart |
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That beats behind the wall |
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If you want to know |
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Just what I see |
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Look at yourself |
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And don't ask me |
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And if you want to know |
|
Where we're going |
|
Keep your distance |
|
And don't follow me |
|
If you want to know |
|
Just what I see |
|
Look at yourself |
|
And don't ask me |
|
And if you want to know |
|
Where we're going |
|
Keep your distance |
|
And don't follow me |
|
If you want to know |
|
Just what I see |
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Look at yourself |
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And don't follow me |
