| Once upon another time
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| If you had the need
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| I’d step right in the shoes that you’ve been walking
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| 'Cos someone put the hurt in you
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| For every one to see
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| And you only have to speak to tell your fortune
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| There’s a story in your voice
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| Both by damage and by choice
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| It tells of promises and pleasure
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| And a tale of wine and woe
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| The uneasy time to come
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| And the long way 'round we go to get there
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| Once you told me fairytales
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| Everybody knows
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| But I didn’t care for their prediction
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| Now you say you’re leaving me
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| And packing up your clothes
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| I finally see you were a work of fiction
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| There’s a story in your walk
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| Then you crumble just like chalk
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| And I could say that I was sorry
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| But I wouldn’t mean it much
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| There are pages I can’t touch
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| And something that’s been torn out of this chapter
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| Far away, not far enough
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| 'Cos I can still recall
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| How it felt when I read that last sentence
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| Now I go inside some rooms with Gideon in them all
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| And hide myself from all hope of repentance
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| There’s a story in your eyes
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| Cheap sunglasses might disguise
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| But when the bedroom light reveals
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| All that bravado and that fright
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| That you cover up in spite
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| Attempts to strip away this fabrication
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| There’s a story in your voice
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| Both by damage and by choice
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| It tells of promises and pleasure
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| And a tale of wine and woe
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| The uneasy time to come
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| And the long way 'round we go to get there |