| I’ve noticed your design
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| ‘cause I’m not blind
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| I’m like a cigarette
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| Burning, burning every night
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| But there’s no ash that falls
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| There’s only telephone calls
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| In the afternoon
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| Stretching through a thousand walls
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| So I’ll pray
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| For words to say
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| To make these miles disappear
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| If you can’t sleep alone
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| I’m better off, I’m better off
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| If you can’t sleep alone
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| If we’re measuring with time
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| In seconds or in lifetimes, there’s no difference
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| It’s constantly just passing by
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| But there’s nothing at all
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| Not Valium or slow songs to
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| Relax my view, just you
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| Maybe your new perfume
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| So I’ll pray
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| For words to say
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| To make these miles disappear
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| If you can’t sleep alone
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| I’m better off, I’m better off
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| If you can’t hear the song
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| Then turn it off, then turn it off
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| If you cast the first stone
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| Then throw them all
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| Then throw them all
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| I start to sleep, but it’s not over
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| The second hand is moving slower now
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| I’d take it all back to start over again
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| Just between the rock and paper
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| The scissors cut in so much deeper
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| I’d take it all back
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| To start over again
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| Again, again, again
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| And I’ll stay here
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| You’ll be gone for another year
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| The plans that I’ve made
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| Have fallen on deaf ears
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| And I’m beside myself now that you have gone
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| I’m beside myself now that you have gone |