| I wanna be loved by strangers, hug my heroes
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| But I’m seeing shadows, where I go they go
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| Mirrored by the moment, painted back against the wall
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| Well, where’s the loophole? |
| Where’s the exit?
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| My legs are dragging on sticky carpet
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| Drink it down in one hit, stare along the skirting board
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| Humiliation
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| Humiliation, humiliation
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| Tell me where to hide all this frustration
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| Cause this is not the time or place
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| Humiliation
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| Caught stark naked, an awkward vagrant
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| It’s cold, cold comfort, l’esprit d’escalier
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| I don’t know how to do it, I think I’m not quite right
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| Mirror, mirror in my head
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| The valley of strangers, I can’t see through it
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| I don’t know how you do it, you do it every time
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| Humiliation, humiliation
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| Tell me where to hide all this frustration
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| Cause this is not the time or place
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| Humiliation
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| Tell me where to hide all this frustration
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| Cause this is not the time or place
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| This is not the time or place |