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Walking out |
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in the street light midnight |
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Whispering wind catch |
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me in a headlight |
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Talk about |
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your life I'd like to know |
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It's not easy |
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going where no-one goes |
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and no-one knows |
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Do we have to be so distant |
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How can you be so unreal |
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What's the reason for hiding and |
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How does crying make you feel? |
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I can see you're |
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talking to me in riddles |
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Do what you like |
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You go where the wind blows |
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Talk about |
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your life I'd like to know |
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It's not easy |
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going where no-one goes |
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and no one-knows |
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I reach for a certain disguise |
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that you're weaving |
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And I can tell by the mist in your eyes |
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that you're dreaming, |
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dreaming |
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Do we have to be so distant? |
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How can you be so unreal? |
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In the clouds |
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running and chasing shadows |
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In the crowd |
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Frozen in a window |
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Talk about |
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your life I'd like to know |
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it's not easy |
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going where no-one goes |
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and no-one knows |
