| So I’m standing in a bullet
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| Staring down a greasy gun
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| And I’m rubbing people’s shoulders
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| But I’m miles from everyone.
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| We’re hugging without touching,
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| Accepting by refusing
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| And that sound of awkward of silence
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| Isn’t awkward if it’s soothing
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| To the grumpy, grey, old grandma
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| Who saw the first King Kong
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| Is she at peace or pissed off with the damp?
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| Mocked her joints for way too long.
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| Looking at your eyelids,
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| If they open it’s a danger,
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| Oh my god: I’m sharing perfect
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| Eye-to-eye time with a stranger.
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| One who will forget me like
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| The stars forgot the day,
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| I guess we always were the crosses
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| On a graph anyway.
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| If our eyes do share a tiny
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| Part of time together
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| It’s spend planning how we’ll look
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| Away from one another.
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| A man with awful glasses wonders
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| Where it is she goes
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| As he spies a woman sleeping
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| That he doesn’t even know,
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| And the wrinkles on the faces
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| Of the people that I see
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| In this clikety-clakety bullet
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| Make sense to me.
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| We just want to talk, but we are way too scared.
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| We just want to talk, but there’s silence here instead.
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| We just want to talk, you can never talk enough,
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| But we can’t even talk no more,
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| So how we s’posed to love?
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| She sits and she examines
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| With a screwed expression,
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| Should’ve checked it in the shop
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| And now she’ll never lesson.
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| Thinks she got short changed
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| So she checks her receipt,
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| But I can see the one pound
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| Twenty by her feet.
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| But can I tell her, can I? |
| No.
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| 'Cause that was force us to connect,
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| And that makes me a weirdo
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| With a screw loose in my head.
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| And our hearts are always close
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| To everything that they can get,
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| Because it’s better to be safely sorry,
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| Everything’s a threat.
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| A man is busy munching
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| And he’s loving every bite,
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| Spending time with some Doritos
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| Before he meets his wife,
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| And I can stare at you for hours,
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| I could help you with a word,
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| But pretend you cannot see me,
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| It’ll never get heard.
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| Practising a speech to
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| Himself once again,
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| Over and over, 'til
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| She smiles in his head and says
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| «Okay dad, I know that
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| You gotta work late,
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| And I’m not gonna cry
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| If you miss my play».
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| We just want to talk, but we are way too scared.
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| We just want to talk, but there’s silence here instead.
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| We just want to talk, you can never talk enough,
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| But we can’t even talk no more,
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| So how we s’posed to love?
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| I can see myself in all of you
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| And all of you in me
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| But a frightened little planet,
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| Most of all, is what I see.
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| The best friend you never made
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| Could be one foot away
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| And end up anonymous
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| Because you never tried to say
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| «Hey». |
| Look at that,
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| It’s a lady with a pram,
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| I’m not gonna help her
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| But I do give a damn.
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| It’s just that if I offer to
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| She might go crazy,
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| And think I think she’s weak
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| 'Cause she’s a lady with a baby.
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| I really don’t think
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| Anyone knows anymore
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| When to talk and so we don’t
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| 'Cause we’re just not sure.
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| And this is why people kinda just
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| Wanna be alone,
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| So they start little groups
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| That just grow and just grow
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| And they think one thing
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| And it keeps them safe,
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| Until another group of people
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| Have something else to say,
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| And both groups don’t even
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| Know what they believe anymore,
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| They just know who they hate
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| And so they start themselves a war.
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| We just want to talk, but we are way too scared.
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| We just want to talk, but there’s silence here instead.
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| We just want to talk, you can never talk enough,
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| But we can’t even talk no more,
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| So how we s’posed to love?
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| We just want to talk, but we are way too scared.
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| We just want to talk, but there’s silence here instead.
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| We just want to talk, you can never talk enough,
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| But we can’t even talk no more,
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| So how we s’posed to love? |