| I see you see things different to me
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| I see you see no problem
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| Behind the eyes that crystalise
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| And dilate and dilute the conversation
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| I hear your voice in a different key
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| Way below my frequency
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| I tune you in and tune you out
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| Of this space that I’ve made
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| A vacuum that you filled too soon
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| Since I last saw you the gloss has turned to matte
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| And although you look puzzled there’s a reason for that
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| For you seem to be mindless of how far you can fall
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| Add the value of nothing to the cost of it all
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| And the fact and the fiction are what separate us here
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| I feel your touch and it’s troubling me
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| Handshake mediocrity
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| A token grasp offered way too fast
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| Far too quick off the mark for comfort
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| I seek your rage just to know you’re still there
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| Sometimes to check you still care
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| I look for clues and look for signs
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| In the cuts and the lines of this landscape
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| Let’s escape
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| So you were given fair warning but you wouldn’t be told
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| That everything that glitters just simply ain’t gold
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| And you search around blameless for the answer to ‘why?'
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| Leaving the ones that adored you hung up to dry
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| And your conscience and guilt are what separate us here
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| Heavy band in the middle of your hand
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| Keeps them all guessing somehow
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| They don’t understand — it’s not when but now
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| For down the line and the passing of time
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| Hears the hum of the crowd
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| Reduce to a murmur
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| By indecision
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| So we plunge headlong into a room full of sighs
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| Knowing trust is just hope in a different guise
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| And it seems as though our efforts have all gone to waste
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| So let’s speak in hushed tones and lower case
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| For we’re nobodies fools but everyone is fooled round here |