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I stand close just close enough to see. |
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Your eyelids close and shutter up in front of what you see. |
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He pulls his gun and holds it up in fear. |
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Gladly there is no one left to back him up in here. |
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Your soul's an asylum, just like the 90's were. |
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This world is an island at my door. |
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I stand close just close enough to touch. |
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His arm as he walks by bearing those solid rusty cuffs. |
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His eyes say no i'm innocent I swear. |
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But I smell fear and feel his guilt inside that lonely stare. |
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My heart is an island off the coast of you, I'll follow you trail until I find you. |
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I reason with him, hold the picture, up at him but nothing seems to work. |
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My heart is an island, just off the coast of you, and i'll follow your trail until it takes we to you. |
