| Saturn’s light throws a ring around the moon
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| And I said my prayers too soon, no one was listening
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| There’s a hush on the street
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| I can hear my own heartbeat, and my lonesome breathing
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| But my soul’s little bird can still sing:
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| I want good love, I want it so bad
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| It’s a seed stuck in my throat
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| It’s a weed around my hope†it makes me choke
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| And I can only breathe outside
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| Or in tall buildings with high ceilings and open doors
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| Isn’t there someone out there I am here for? |
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| It takes a will just to make it through the night
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| When to wait and when to fight, I’m swing-and-missing
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| When we meet, will his eyes recall me?
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| I look for his face everywhere in the dark
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| And I carry my torch of bright stars, 'cause
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| Couples kiss across counters and tables
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| I smile and then look at the wall
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| But some people hold hands and they don’t pay attention
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| Like their love is somebody else’s invention
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| Our heads say hold back, but our hearts run to strangers and say
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| «look at me, look at me, look at me.» |