| Hums of conversation
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| Lip glows
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| One leg crossed
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| Driven back into this corner
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| It is the same when I leave
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| As when I come
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| On a higher or lower frequency
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| It means nothing to me
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| 'Cause it’s the same when I leave
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| As when I come
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| On a higher or lower frequency
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| It means nothing to me
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| Watch me turn the volume down
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| It’s always cold before the last day
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| Still guarding space
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| Snow piled up by the road to my house
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| The one time I tried, it was a fine view
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| Through and across
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| Then there was restlessness
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| And in that movement
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| I dressed in the light from outside
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| It is the same when I leave
|
| As when I come
|
| On a higher or lower frequency
|
| It means nothing to me
|
| 'Cause it’s the same when I leave
|
| As when I come
|
| On a higher or lower frequency
|
| It means nothing to me
|
| 'Cause it’s the same when I leave
|
| As when I come
|
| On a higher or lower frequency
|
| It means nothing to me
|
| 'Cause it’s the same when I leave
|
| As when I come
|
| On a higher or lower frequency
|
| It means nothing to me
|
| This means nothing to me
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| This means nothing to me
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| This means nothing to me
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| This means nothing to me
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| This means nothing to me
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| This means nothing to me
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| This means nothing to me
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| This means nothing to me |