| You say you want to know what’s going on
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| There’s nothing happening in here
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| There’s someone moving on the other side
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| But who it is is not too clear
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| The mystery is
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| That there’s this itch
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| That somehow you just can’t scratch
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| And somewhere
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| A blaze is burning
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| That wasn’t started with a match
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| You say you don’t like the darkness
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| That’s just the color that’s around
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| You say you want to end up real high
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| So you don’t have to touch the ground
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| Get down on your knees
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| If you want to touch the sky
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| You want to see clearly now
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| You better cover up your eyes
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| Voices are talking in the grid
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| But I can’t tell quite what they mean
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| You tell me that this is how it goes
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| But I think that that’s a bit obscene
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| You say there’s no difference between us
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| The signal’s the same
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| And that there’s no real kink
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| The slate’s been wiped clean
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| And history won’t repeat
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| But that’s never been the way that I think
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| Wear your anger proud and loud and deep
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| That way I know what I can trust
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| You grab at a hole
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| And a hollow kiss and
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| Convince yourself that you will never rust
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| I’ve got a wire in the back of my head
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| Got a wire in the back of my head
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| Get down on your knees
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| If you want to touch the sky
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| You want to see clearly now
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| You better poke out your eyes |