| You are subtle as a window pane
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| Standing in my view
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| But I will wait for it to rain
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| So that I can see you
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| You call me up at night
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| When there’s no light passing through
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| And you think that I don’t understand
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| But I do
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| We don’t say everything that we could
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| So that we can say later
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| Oh, you misunderstood
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| I hold my cards up
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| Close to my chest
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| I say what I have to
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| And I hold back the rest
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| 'cause someone you don’t know
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| Is someone you don’t know
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| Get a firm grip, girl
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| Before you let go
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| For every hand extended
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| Another lies in wait
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| Keep your eye on that one
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| Anticipate
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| Dress down get out there
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| Pick a fight with the police
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| We will get it all on film
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| For the new release
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| Seems like everyone’s an actor
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| Or they’re an actor’s best friend
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| I wonder what was wrong to begin with
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| That they should all have to pretend
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| We lost sight of everything
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| When we have to keep checking our backs
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| I think we should all just smile
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| Come clean
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| And relax
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| If there’s anything I’ve learned
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| All these years on my own
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| It’s how to find my own way there
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| And how to find my own way back home |