| In these corners like cocoons
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| Lined with respiring relics
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| I study phonetics
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| Subtleties of facial expressions
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| Were we happy here?
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| How will it end?
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| Without a song, a man ain’t got a friend
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| And the road don’t bend
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| I am governed by your image
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| It instills in me
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| A fraud, a greed, an inability
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| To remain happy, to be content
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| 'Cause there’s nobody else I’d rather torment
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| I want you to do all the things
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| That I couldn’t do
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| To laugh with the depth of your stomach
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| Like you used to
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| Can’t you see you’re growing older too?
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| And time has caught up with you
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| Can’t you see I’m growing older too?
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| But I’m not the same as you
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| I tried to don that heavenly white and I
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| Try to dispel the calling of Hyde by night
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| I feel the summon
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| Insidious and negligent, it sullies a man
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| Like I’ve never been enough as I am
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| I’ve loathed people that have loved themselves
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| I can’t be happy if I can’t be myself
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| Paranoia controls me
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| Will you set me free?
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| Am I enough as I am?
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| Can’t you see you’re growing older too?
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| And time has caught up with you
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| Can’t you see I’m growing older too?
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| But I’m not the same as you
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| And please
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| Don’t say you love me
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| Don’t say you’re sorry
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| I know better than to believe you
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| And I deserve no better
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| Keep running faster
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| You’re almost free
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| Believe me
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| Can’t you see you’re growing older too?
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| And time has caught up with you
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| Can’t you see I’m growing older too?
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| But I’m not the same as you
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| Can’t you see you’re growing older too?
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| And time has caught up with you
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| Can’t you see I’m growing older too?
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| But I’m not the same as you |