| Treading snow with broken up boots anonymous, alone
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| Din lit in the orange light beside the road, the glow
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| Dead eyes in headlights, they don’t reveal at all
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| I wonder when you’ll drop your guard, or if at all
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| Tell me, tell me who you are?
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| I know, I know you’re behind a wall
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| Tell me, tell me who you are?
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| I know, I know you’re behind a wall
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| Through the windows dark silhouettes obscured with heavy smoke
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| Across bridges over to a place that I may never really know
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| Mysteries dark and unseen concealed in bricks and steel
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| This wilful distance that I feel is what draws me in Tell me, tell me who you are?
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| I know, I know you’re behind a wall
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| Tell me, tell me who you are?
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| I know, I know you’re behind a wall
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| Draw me in, you draw me in to you |