| They try to trace her in the town
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| Appeal for information on the local news
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| Someone must have missed her by now
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| A mother or a father or a friendly face to talk her down
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| She’s heading for the great escape
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| Heading for the rave
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| Heading for the permanent holiday …
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| I. Wave
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| Hold your breath 'till you feel it begin
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| Here it comes
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| Do you feel that?
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| Feel this?
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| Get used to it
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| She had the face of the Statue of Liberty
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| Oh free me
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| The fire and ice of Amazon and Eskimo
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| Take me home
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| The edge and the glance of high fashion
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| Ask me about next year
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| II. |
| Mad
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| Tell me I’m mad
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| How should I know
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| Tell me I’m mad
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| I have been here for so long
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| Help me paint a picture
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| They say it’s a lie
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| Tell me I’m mad
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| You’re a fine one to decide
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| Burn me in the fires of wild heaven
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| Like it never never never would stop
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| Tell me I’m mad
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| Tell me I imagined that
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| Was it something I didn’t say?
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| Or was it something I said
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| Leave that stuff alone
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| Use me instead
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| I know I’m always falling off the edge of the world
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| I got space in my bed
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| You’ve got Egypt in your head |
| I’ve got a headful of Troy
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| Chandeliers and Charlemagne
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| Fireworks and toys
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| III. |
| The Opium Den
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| «Hold your breath till you feel it begin
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| Here it comes
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| Get used to it»
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| But you sleep like a ghost with me
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| It’s as simple as that
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| So tell me I’m mad
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| Roll me up and breathe me in
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| Come to my madness
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| My opium den
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| Come to my madness
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| Make sense of it again
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| IV. |
| The Slide
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| Make a drug of my senses
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| I’ll get you out of your head
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| I’m sick for you
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| Love wastes us together
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| Love holds us together
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| Love folds us together
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| Flowers
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| V. Standing in the Swing
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| I don’t know what you’re doing here
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| When there’s murder on the street
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| I appreciate your concern
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| But don’t waste your time on me
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| I’m ashes on the water now
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| Somewhere far away
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| You think you came here just in time
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| But you’re twenty years too late
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| You won’t have long to wait
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| «Easy, you said I was easy. |
| This world sharpens teeth. |
| Eat your words…» |