| By the time that you told me it was already plain that you’d changed
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| But your conscience was clean and as white as a line of cocaine
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| My back to the wall of your bedroom apartment
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| You’re talking in circles, got two cigarettes burning
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| And I couldn’t hide how afraid I was to see you so strange
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| Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got no ill will for you
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| It’d just been so long, I thought I’d always know you
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| But you’re so far gone
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| Up where the air gets thin…
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| You cut the kite strings
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| I’ve seen my name in lights, I’ve seen my face in papers
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| But my civilian life, I spent ten good years waiting
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| Waiting for you
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| You charmed the snake
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| You picked the card
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| You bent the spoon
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| A curved plane, the shapes change
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| Euclid’s made to play the fool, but
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| I don’t know what that stuff does to you
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| And I don’t know if it’s real, but
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| I spent a decade in love with you
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| And I just can’t tell if you’re here, cause
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| The man I knew
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| I don’t think that he can hear me now
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| So dizzy with the altitude
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| It’s just too far
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| Who am I to tell you to come down?
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| Lucky that my palate still prefers a legal poison
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| Who am I to tell you to come down?
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| Sit back and raise a glass, a glass to easy choices
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| Who am I, yeah, who am I, yeah who am I
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| To tell you to come down?
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| Last night you came to kiss me in a dream and when I woke
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| What kind of foolishness is this
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| Breathed out a lungful of your smoke
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| I’ve seen you at your brightest
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| What a mind, let it burn
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| Who am I to pull you down to Earth?
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| Yeah, who am I to tell you to come down? |