| You saw my face fall into a well-worn groove
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| A child starts playing a role
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| And ends up type-cast in every movie
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| I took cold comfort in your touch
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| And now I’m laughing high and dry
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| Yeah I felt everything I’m gonna feel
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| Cried all the real tears I’m gonna cry
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| I don’t care what you dreams you have
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| I don’t care about your second sight
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| Now that you’ve cut yourself off
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| You’re not even sure things are clear and bright
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| Well did you let it take hold of your soul
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| Was it like moonrise over your desert shore
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| Tell me is it more evil to lose your heart
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| Or to go on as before
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| What could come around
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| What could make a difference to me now
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| What could come around
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| Nothing could bring me down
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| I get warm to any touch
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| So why does yours get so cold
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| At first you didn’t mean very much
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| Now you rule my life
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| Watch your house of cards take a deep breath
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| Watch it breathe word for word
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| Fifty-two secrets the justice would never protect
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| Fifty-two secrets justice never heard
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| What could come around
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| What could make a difference to me now
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| What could come around
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| Nothing could bring me down
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| How thirsty is your soil
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| Indifferent hearts never keep anything long
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| I spend my time looking around
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| For something to bring me down |