| Echoes growing in the heart of twilight
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| They lay back laughing at naivety’s star
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| Awaken all those whispers in the dusty shadow of a Passing favour
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| I wouldn’t say that you were ruthless or right
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| I couldn’t see from so far
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| Was I chasing after rainbows
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| One thing for sure you never answered when I called
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| And I wiped away the water from my face
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| To look through the eyes of a stranger
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| For rumours in the wake of such a lonely crowd
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| Trading in my shelter for danger
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| I’m changing my name just as the sun goes down
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| In the eyes of a stranger
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| Can’t tell the real from reflections
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| When all these faces look the same to me In every city such a desolate dream
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| Some days are strange to number
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| Some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger
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| A year of Sundays seems to have drifted right by
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| (I could have sworn) in one evening
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| And I’m not seized in desperation
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| No steel reproaches on the table from before
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| But I still can feel those splinters of ice
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| I look through the eyes of a stranger
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| For rumours in the wake of such a lonely crowd
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| Trading in my shelter for danger
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| I’m changing my name just as the sun goes down
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| In the eyes of a stranger
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| I must be chasing after rainbows
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| One thing for sure you never answer when I call
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| And I wipe away the water from my face
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| To look through the eyes of a stranger
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| For rumour in the wake of such a lonely crowd
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| Trading in my shelter for danger
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| I’m changing my name just as the sun goes down
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| Walking away like a stranger
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| From rumours in the wake of such a lonely crowd
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| Trading in my shelter for danger
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| I’m changing my name just as the sun goes down
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| In the eyes of a stranger |