| In between the thinking and the saying
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| Threw away what I can’t believe
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| Tell me how you lose this feeling
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| All moods have been dealt and played
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| Tell me how you lose this feeling
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| All hands have been cut and waved
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| I have always been your vegetable
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| And you my Swedenborg
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| I would drop myself through black holes
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| To end up at your door
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| There’s no one else to get hung about
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| And there’s nothing else makes you twist
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| You set yourself up
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| The lightning bolt hit
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| You watched yourself change
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| And no one’s left to blame
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| The helicopter’s spotlight shaking
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| Hungry orson on the make
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| The less you put yourself in
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| The less you feel so fake
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| Suddenly I’m alright
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| And it’s time for you to go
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| You set yourself up
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| The lightning bolt hit
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| You let yourself change
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| Now everyone’s to blame
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| And the gulf sign split the screen up
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| And the gulf sign split the screen up
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| And the gulf sign split the screen up
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| And the gulf sign split the screen up
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| And the gulf sign split the screen up
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| And the gulf sign split the screen up
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| And the gulf sign split the screen up
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| And the gulf sign split the screen up |