| I’m just gonna sleep here on my hands and knees
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| Back on the mainland, the grey reaching tree’s
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| Am I just getting what I deserve?
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| God, it hurts
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| And the shadows at the shows
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| Enormous and moving to the music
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| I could imagine I was in seven different places all at once
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| The Colosseum or the concert hall, the city or the sea
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| The bedroom or the ballroom makes no difference to me
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| It’s all just a place to loose it
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| One way or the other you have to break through it
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| And I still see you on that windowsill
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| My whole life, what a heavy drop to fill
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| Was that just your place to lose it?
|
| One way or the other you have to break through it
|
| And the shadows at the shows
|
| Enormous and moving to the music
|
| I could imagine I was in seven different places all at once
|
| The Colosseum or the concert hall, the city or the sea
|
| The bedroom or the ballroom makes no difference to me
|
| It’s all just a place to loose it
|
| One way or the other you have to break through it
|
| And I still see you on that windowsill
|
| My whole life, what a heavy drop to fill
|
| Was that just your place to loose it?
|
| One way or the other, the other, the other…
|
| The Colosseum or the concert hall, the city or the sea
|
| The bedroom or the ballroom makes no difference to me
|
| It’s all just a place to loose it
|
| One way or the other you have to break through it |