| There’s a delicate line between a friend
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| And something else
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| And I’ve never been quite sure
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| How to tell
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| Heard words that weren’t there in your body language
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| As a buddy I thought I had an advantage
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| I knew you, you knew me
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| And I briefly believed in the power of magic
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| Seeing you smile was the ultimate pleasure
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| Fishing for compliments, I was hunting for treasure
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| Summoned to heaven, platonic love becoming untethered
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| The way you’d comfort me when under the weather
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| And how we’d cuddle together under your umbrella
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| You must think I’m such a dumb fellow
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| I’d have done better leaving it alone
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| Even if I’d known we were going to grow; |
| be with different folks
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| I was going to plant a seed and let it grow free
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| Then an oak tree develops slowly
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| Now the leaves on my future family tree
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| Are fruits imaginary
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| And I’m so lonely
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| Oh, me…
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| There’s a delicate line between a friend
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| And something else
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| And I’ve never been quite sure
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| How to tell
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| Tighten up your bowtie
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| 'Cause guys in your position don’t cry
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| Do not be be frightened — really you won’t die
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| Your deeds and writings reveal you: both sides
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| Lighting up on the roadside
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| Driving over the strobe light
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| It’s the rise of defiant Dan; |
| I’m a quiet man
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| But still spent time inside in a riot van
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| Blindsided without the benefit of hindsight
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| My eyes were as wide as a frying pan
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| You might summise I’m devising a higher plan
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| Redesigning my life with an iron hand
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| It’s now or never
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| I’ve got to pull myself together
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| Can’t waste days staying in the house forever
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| Come out to the desert
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| Now there’s a westerly breeze
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| Please, I need help with the zephyr
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| You could knock me down with a feather
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| But I’ll still be grinning with the mouth of a Cheshire
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| My last album was a hell of an effort
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| Daniel wrote the manual on how to endeavour
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| And if ever there was a doubt that I’m clever
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| It’s down to the fact that my talent’s without measure
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| I’ve found treasure now my business is pleasure
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| I can infinitely tessellate my lyrics at leisure
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| And any way you spin it, it just gets fresher
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| An intricately illustrating MC… Escher
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| The quiet viking is how I’m known, I
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| I’m strident in style, although shy
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| And I don’t even know why
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| So I’m either enlightened or I’m just so high
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| I can see the lighting upon the roadside
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| Driving over the strobe light
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| The quiet viking
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| The quiet viking |