| Grey on my face and spurs on my tongue
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| And I could be anyone
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| Large as a lion stalking his lover
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| And small as the dying sun
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| Don’t tell them what you would do in there
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| Fistful of flowers and fire for hair
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| Feet first, all fumbles, but he wouldn’t care
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| Fake human face trapped inside his stare
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| When I’m in this body
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| Put your pressure on me
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| When you’re getting closer
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| You’re getting further from me
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| But I’m the one who knows better
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| I’m the one who’s no better
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| And she’ll always know better
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| And she’s always no better
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| I could be best and I could be dust
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| And I could be what you think
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| Pinned to your collar, proof of your power
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| Code for what you can’t see
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| Don’t say it’s me when you know she’ll do
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| Things I could dream up and you’ll dream too
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| All legs and all eyes, like anybody moves
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| Perfect in the right light, like anybody’s truth
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| When I’m thinking clear
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| Like the light behind the window
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| Oh, I could see it peel off
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| And the voices become real
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| But I’m the one who knows better
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| I’m the one who’s no better
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| And she’ll always know better
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| And she’s always no better |