| I’m looking, I’m looking back
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| I’m trying to imagine this and that
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| The simple mathematics making up the map
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| Insurance of protection from immediate collapse
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| I’m watching, I’m watching you
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| A voyeur from a different point of view
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| The solitary eyes that I’ve been looking through
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| Committed to connecting the old ways to the new
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| And I see things
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| Through a curtain blowing back against the rain
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| Through the crack in a door that heaves with pain
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| And through every gap that gives away
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| Some secret in the dark
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| I’ll come away with something
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| To keep you in my heart
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| I’m searching, I’m setting out
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| To prove without a shadow of a doubt
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| The age-old contradiction that’s hovering about
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| A whisper in the darkness
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| Holds more truth than a shout
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting for
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| Telltale footsteps on the bedroom floor
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| A broken hearted lover simply looking for
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| Relief that’s temporary from her dirty little war
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| And I see things
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| From the ceilings of a hundred hotel rooms
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| From a satellite that’s bouncing off the moon
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| And from every telescope
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| That’s focused in on someplace dark
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| I’ll come away with something to keep you in my heart
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| Yes I see things
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| From the highest branch that looks directly in
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| Through a hawk’s eyes gliding silent on the wind
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| And in every secret rendezvous where illicit lovers park
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| I’ll come away with something to keep you in my heart
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| Voyeur |