| You don’t have to tell me what you’re still looking for
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| Two arms to hold you and a voice to say «That's alright, you can spend the
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| night»
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| Well, come around
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| 'Cos I’ve been there and these are the notes from the overground
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| The World Saxophone Quartet, the smell of violets
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| And a passing friend won’t let you down
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| Listen to the rhythm of the rain falling
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| Say you’re gonna change your foolish ways
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| Make a promise, break a promise in the same day
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| It goes the same way, anyway
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| So you pray for silence and its sadness and its violence
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| To be washed away
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| One day
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| I understand that state you’ve reached of being unreachable
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| Somewhere out there where only the music plays
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| Loneliness and being alone don’t always mean the same
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| Who needs the movie? |
| You can see the music anyway
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| A Sketch For Winter, a Burgundy and sanctuary can make me stay
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| When I feel that way
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| And if my words don’t say the things that they were meant to say
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| And if confusion comes and carries all my words away
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| And if you still don’t understand, I wanna hold your hand
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| And look at it this way…
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| Someone singing’s better than the war they’re winning
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| Winging its way, your way or my way, any day, anyway
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| Stray |