| If I don’t stand out like a star among the moons
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| If I am always late and he always backs away too soon
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| I walk the world with a skin so thin
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| I can wear no adequate protection
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| Everything comes crashing in
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| If I’m too wide open for this place
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| But not enough for him to recognize my face
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| How will he find me
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| With no one’s arms to gather me together?
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| How will he find me?
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| Only held by gravity, faded with uncertainty
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| No longer young and not that pretty
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| How will he ever find me?
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| It never seems to matter, the tears I cry
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| There’s a well inside of me that never runs dry
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| From being born I guess, and born in life until we die
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| The music and the hope for love keep me alive
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| Still I wonder, how will he find me?
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| And what shall I do with a drunken heart
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| With goggle eyes and the troubling hunger
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| Reaching forward to trick mirror men
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| Leaning out and in again
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| If love is a game how can it be creation?
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| And if I’m wasting my time
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| How will he find me? |