| Hard to believe you and me
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| We were once thick as thieves
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| Just a bunch of wiseacres
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| We were young, that’s true
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| But we didn’t care
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| Where the laughter could take us
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| But the light has dimmed
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| Behind your eyes
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| And I can no longer find you
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| Where you used to be
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| Who you used to be
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| And all that put-on wincing
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| Don’t you know it ain’t convincing
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| If you won’t come down from the ceiling
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| If you won’t come down from the ceiling
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| You’re leaving me no choice
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| You’re just a murmur inside the white noise
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| Now you prowl like a ghost
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| And you mince in the dens
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| With the toasts of the moment
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| Where indulgence is all
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| But to whom took a fall
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| And you dread the contagion
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| The sun’s gone down
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| You take your throne
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| Amongst the sycophants and fakers
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| I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake
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| Time to take the piss
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| Your love is hit or miss
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| To hold my place in your top favorites
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| Always on my best behavior
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| If you won’t come down from the ceiling
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| If you won’t come down from the ceiling
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| You’re leaving me no choice
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| You’re just a murmur inside the white void
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| Inside, inside, inside the white noise
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| Too high, too high, inside the white noise
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| If you won’t come down from the ceiling |