| You showed me my tomorrow
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| Beside a box of matches
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| A welcome threatening stir
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| My hopes of being stolen
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| Might just ring true
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| Depends who you prefer
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| But if it's true you're gonna run away
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| Tell me where, I'll meet you there
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| Am I snapping the excitement
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| If I pack away the laughter, and tell you how it feels?
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| And does burden come to meet you
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| If I've questions of the feature that rolls on your dream reel
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| The day after you stole my heart
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| Everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you, with you
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| And now you're hiding in my soup
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| And this book reveals your face
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| And you're splashing in my eyelids
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| The concentration continually breaks
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| I did request the mark you cast didn't heal as fast
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| I hear your voice in silences
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| Will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud?
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| In the jostling crowd
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| You're not allowed
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| To tell the truth
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| And the photo booth's a liar!
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| There's a sharpened explanation
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| But there's no screaming reason to enquire
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| I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes with things
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| They'd never see if it smacked them in their temples |