| Now Mantovani the Mind Reader wears a blind fold so
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| No one’ll see what’s in his eyes
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| How he used to float like a breeze over postcard seas
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| Now his lifeboat leaks his alibis
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| Knows what’s in your wallet
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| Knows what turns your keys
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| Knows what heats up your lover
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| Knows what makes them freeze
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| Knows the fine reasoning of those who offer grief
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| Who never touch forever but take pride in relief
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| They say you can be anyone that you want to
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| Under the sun anyone you want to
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| Well I’m sure it’s true, I’m sure it’s true
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| You can be anyone you want to
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| Now he gets drunk from the thoughts
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| Of the sinners he entertains
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| And ends up feeling nothing just seeing others' pain
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| And the blind fold is off, his justice has become
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| A whiskey heart all daggers
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| And a frozen tongue
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| They say you can be anyone that you want to
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| Under the sun anyone you want to
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| Well I’m sure it’s true, I’m sure it’s true
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| You can be anyone you want to
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| What kills your soul
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| Is the pain you make
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| The fights you throw
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| The love you fake
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| And at the end of his show
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| He has a marvellous goodbye
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| A shot glass melody
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| For a tympani sky
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| They say you can be anyone that you want to
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| Under the sun anyone you want to
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| Well I’m sure it’s true, I’m sure it’s true
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| You can be anyone you want to
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| Well I’m sure it’s true, I’m sure it’s true
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| You can be anyone you want to |