| Spring open the pretty thing you call a face
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| Cause deep down we know it’s just a place
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| Where you create your tricks and ploys
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| I’ve hoped I could understand the signs
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| The winds picked up, now I can’t find them
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| I’ve searched far and wide
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| Across oceans blue and mountains high
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| The backs of books and the deepest minds
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| Now it’s safe to say I’m lost again and you know…
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| I wish I could open up your mind
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| And steal the tricks that I can’t
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| Find The dagger’s struck and the sun has set
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| But the horizon says «it's not over yet»
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| Your head is locked and your secrets kept where I can’t find
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| I’ve gone through all stages of grief
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| But I can’t release your skewered reveals
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| The blinking eye with a crooked smile
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| With certainty the memory won’t leave
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| I’ve searched far and wide
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| Across oceans blue and mountains high
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| The backs of books and the deepest minds
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| Now it’s safe to say I’m lost again and you know…
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| I wish I could open up your mind
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| And steal the tricks that I can’t
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| Find The dagger’s struck and the sun has set
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| But the horizon says «it's not over yet»
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| Your head is locked and your secrets kept where I can’t find
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| You think your daggers struck
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| You think my sun has set I too have tricks up my sleeve It’s not over yet
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| I wish I could open up your mind And steal the tricks that I can’t find (x2)
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| The dagger’s struck and the sun has set
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| But the horizon says «it's not over yet»
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| Your head is locked and your secrets kept where I can’t find
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| I wish I could open up your mind
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| And steal the tricks that I can’t find |