| I’d like to know what makes you stay while your eyes still search for escape
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| You think that I don’t feel the cold, but I wait while confessions unfold
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| You’ll never make a living from reading minds
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| Or from getting your direction from exit signs
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| Look into your heart and you won’t find me there
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| You won’t find me where you hide and that makes us a matter of time
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| Like trees exposed by fall, time reveals it all
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| Tell me you want to do everything but you’re stuck up to your knees
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| And I’m less likely pushed forward by ambition than a breeze
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| But there’s a flame that must be fanned, and it appears as a beckoning hand
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| Don’t think 'cause you’re not talking you’re being kind
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| You’ve been getting your direction from exit signs
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| Look into your heart and you won’t find me there |