| Nothing can ever be the same
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| All of the promises we made seem hollow
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| But there’s still some streets in this town
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| Oh, they’re marked, they’re marked with your shadow
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| So if you see me, look surprised
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| Well, well, well, if you don’t
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| Oh, just pass me by
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| And I may, I may even brush your sleeve
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| Oh, as you turn around, turn around and leave
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| Now it’s hard to act like strangers
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| When we used to be so strong
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| Everything is changing
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| And most of it is wrong
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| What do we know of anything
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| Two fools of some renown
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| Either side, either side of the same town
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| Somewhere there’s a light
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| Oh, I can sense it
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| Though I may fall back again
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| Oh, I know, yes, I know it’s a fight
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| Oh, but I must, Lord, I must
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| Withstand the strain
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| Now it’s hard to keep ignoring
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| Someone you recognize
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| And if I seem contented
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| Well, that’s only my disguise |