| I’m singing songs nearly every night
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| But I don’t know who’s listening
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| 'Cause you’re down in the dark
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| And I’m up here in light
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| And only now and then I see a face of you
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| But what’s going on behind your face
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| Why did you come to this place
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| Is it really music, or is it something else
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| Sometimes I can read it from your eyes
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| 'Cause sometimes, when you’re with me
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| I can feel reflections of your souls
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| Then I’m with you and I know
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| All I’m doing is just feeling so good
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| And when the show is over
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| I’m like everyone
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| I pack up my guitar
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| And maybe I’m satisfied with what I’ve done
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| Hmm, it’s not easy all the time
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| When you’re standing on your side and I’m on mine
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| Maybe you want me to act like a star
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| But just this night I’ve got a completely empty heart
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| Lost is every word in my song
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| When you see my bowed head and you think my place is wrong
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| 'Cause though you’re strong and sometimes wise
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| You’re getting angry when your clown is crying, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I know, that we all need a push to live on
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| But you have to live your life and I live it in my song
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| And if you need somebody to help
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| So, don’t look at me
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| 'Cause I need help myself, yeah
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| And when the show is over
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| I’m like everyone
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| I pack up my guitar
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| And maybe I’m satisfied with what I’ve done |