| I’m sure you can make it
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| Flip side while nothing changes
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| I run past your street, deserted
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| Fading light on your fading face
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| Incision carved out
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| No traces of doubt
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| I can’t extract the truth
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| You know it
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| But what you give, you get
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| While this place spins
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| Like a heavy doorway
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| But you’ve seen it all
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| Pretence, rip this town
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| You turn my world upside down
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| Incision carved out
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| No traces of doubt
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| I can’t extract the truth
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| You know it
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| But what you give, you get
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| While this place spins
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| Like a heavy doorway
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| Gather it around
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| You built it up
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| So tear it down |