| Well there must have been a reason
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| For the smile that you had upon your face last night
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| Are you the cat that got the cream?
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| Did you lick your lips? |
| Did you roll your eyes?
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| Can you imagine how it feels?
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| It’s so hard to reveal, oh
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| I can’t get through, I’m falling
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| I’m getting out, I’m losing ground
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| The Spanish Archer’s going to bring you down
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| Is there someone, somewhere
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| Waiting in the wings to take my place?
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| Let’s not drag it out, like a Cagney death scene
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| Oh, in this season of change, it’s not hard to explain
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| Like the leaves on the trees, I’m falling
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| And as you turn, don’t look away
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| The Spanish Archer’s going to make you pay
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| Do you remember when the sky was blue?
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| We used to talk for miles
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| And now we drive along, in this thundering silence
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| It’s such an obvious lie, with that easy smile of yours
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| I’m letting go, and I’m falling
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| Well is there something I can say
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| As we stumble to the edge, have we gone too far?
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| Why don’t we call it a day
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| Before we call it a nightmare, darlin'?
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| If we made a mistake, then all that it takes to be free
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| Is the wave of a hand and you’re falling |