| As I walk away, I leave the world behind
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| Behind the shoulder, over the corner of my eye
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| And I’m guilty, oh I know I’m guilty
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| But so is everyone, lies are pretty
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| Do you remember, do you remember when told me
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| That I was yours and only yours, that you’ve stolen me
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| From myself, from myself, from my own thing
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| Do you remember that you told
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| Me, that you’ve stolen me
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| Me, that you’ve chosen me
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| Closing in, night till morning
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| Forever searching me
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| Tell me your secrets
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| Tell me your secrets
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| I look in to the space for some kind of answer
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| Searching your face for traces of sorrow or laughter
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| The book of you, I want all, give me all your chapters
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| But you hard to read between the lines
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| Do you remember, do you remember when you saw me
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| I mean for the very first time you really saw me
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| We told each other anything we can do together
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| So the love of my life won’t you tell
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| Me, that you’ve stolen me
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| Me, that you’ve chosen me
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| Closing in, night till morning
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| Forever searching me
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| Tell me your secrets
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| Tell me your secrets
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| Do you remember, do you remember when told me
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| That I was yours, and only yours, that you’ve stolen me
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| From myself, from myself, from my own thing
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| Do you remember that you told
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| Me, that you’ve stolen me
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| Me, that you’ve chosen me
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| Closing in, night till morning
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| Forever searching me
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| Tell me your secrets
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| Tell me your secrets |