| There are whispers in the air
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| That tell the stories of our wildest dreams
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| But leave us empty in despair
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| But on our own, so everything is as it seems now
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| With the dark comes a harsher light
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| And you can’t shake the shadow above
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| That’s following you well into the night
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| Paint your face on with a smile, say to them don’t worry
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| Carry on just for a while, you’ll get lost and hurried
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| Can you see it now?
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| That nothing’s as it seems somehow
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| And everything you’ve ever lost
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| Must have a reason it is never found
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| Convince yourself you’re better off
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| And you’ll be fine
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| Or at least that’s how it sounds But
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| With the dark comes a harsher light
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| And you can’t shake the shadow above
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| That’s following you well into the night
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| Paint your face on with a smile, and say to them don’t worry
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| Carry on just for a while, you get lost and hurried
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| Can you see it now?
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| That nothing’s as it seems somehow
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| When you don’t know how much is enough
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| Or will get in the way
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| And you can only bear your soul
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| When you think that this is your day
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| But when it’s not and you get shot
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| You wish for someone else’s luck
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| But you can’t do nothing
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| So you must be doing something
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| Don’t you know what it’s like
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| To disappear from someone else’s life so you can
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| Paint your face on with a smile, say to them don’t worry
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| Carry on just for a while, you’ll get lost and hurry
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| Can you see it now?
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| Can you see it now?
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| Can you see it now?
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| That nothing’s as it seems somehow |