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The picture's clear but it's going black |
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And you're not always sure you are on the right track |
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You gave a little bit and they took a lot |
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Of your sense of self and your private thoughts |
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Oh, how very strange |
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We cannot look away |
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And nothing you could say |
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Would ever make us go away |
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The picture's clear but it's going black |
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And your favorite song's still the hidden track |
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You gave a little bit and they took a lot |
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Of your quietude and your unsaid thoughts |
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Oh, how very strange |
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We cannot look away |
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And nothing you could say |
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Would ever make us go away |
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The picture's clear but it's going black |
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When you're out at sea floating on your back |
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You gave a little bit and they took a lot |
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Of your precious time and your favorite spots |
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Oh, how very strange |
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We cannot look away |
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We cannot look away |
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We cannot look away |