| You asked me, if I live without her
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| I choke on my reply
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| Let the blind man at the mirror spin his lie
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| And I’m damned if I don’t try
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| Damned if I don’t try
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| But no matter what I say
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| It doesn’t go away at all
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| And I’m still unable to get free
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| And I’ve never been afraid
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| Of a consequence that I could have made
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| But having to admit this one has me
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| And so the tiger’s got his toe
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| But the only way to holler is by letting go
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| Still unable to get free
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| With cork and wax I try my best
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| To spackle in the hole
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| The inevitable aging of my soul
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| And my heart it gets so tired
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| It’s my heart and it gets so tired
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| It’s just a trace to track my pain
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| The beat that I sustain for hoping
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| And I am still unable to get free
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| And I’ve never been afraid
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| Of a consequence that I could have made
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| But having to admit this one has me
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| And so the tiger’s got his toe
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| And the only way to holler is by letting go
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| Still unable to get free
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| Ooh, I see connections
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| Ooh, in my contention
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| That I could see redemption
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| Through the bars of this cage
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| And I don’t know what to do
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| Said, I don’t know what to do
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| For accepting sight unseen
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| So basically I dream of some day
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| When I won’t still unable to get free
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| And I’ve never been afraid
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| Of a consequence that I could have made
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| But having to accept this one has me
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| And so the tiger’s got his toe
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| And the only way to holler is by letting go
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| Still unable to get free
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| And I’ve never been afraid
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| Of a consequence that I could have made
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| But having to admit this one has me
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| And so the tiger’s got his toe
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| And the only way to holler is by letting go
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| Still unable to get free |