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Photographic images |
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Your faded smile |
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The air |
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What's to it? |
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I try to shake it off all evening |
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I try to pass just out of reach |
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To reach conclusions that can't be concluded |
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A hotline to the past, that's all it is |
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I was anxious |
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I was sure you'd come to see the show |
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And what's more |
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I was hoping you would appreciate it |
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It's electrified at first, yes |
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But then it drops |
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It's a box of many flavours |
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But we are not enough, is that not so? |
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Not sure, just wont have it |
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(Chorus) |
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Get your mind off what you leave behind |
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You know you may as well be going blind lately |
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It's hard to say, you know |
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Well, you've been led astray |
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This simply will not do |
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And it's true it hurts me too |
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Well I guess it's not so long ago |
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I turned to speak and there was no-one |
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Nothing, just a street car rolling by |
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Now, nothing in here really moves |
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I just produce a bunch of silly lies |
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And all those brightly colored lights |
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Ah but I have loved you in my way |
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I have loved you |
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Too much too fast |
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And then a little |
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A little too late |
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(Chorus) |
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You've been led astray |
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For what reason I can't say |
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I won't stand in your way again |
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It's been another ... |
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As such is that ... and I reach through your window |
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Wake you in the morning |
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I was waiting |
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I was sure you'd get whatever you were waiting for |
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But I can't stand it anymore |
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(Chorus) |
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