| I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus
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| When her body was found (Hey, yeah)
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| I’d be the choiceless hope in grief
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| That drove him underground (Hey, yeah)
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| I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee
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| That made him turn around (Hey, yeah)
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| And I’d be the immediate forgiveness
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| In Eurydice
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| Imagine being loved by me
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| I won’t deny I’ve got in my mind now (Hey, yeah)
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| All the things I would do
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| So I try to talk refined for fear that you find out (Hey, yeah)
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| How I’m imaginin' you
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| I’d be the last shred of truth
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| In the lost myth of true love (Hey, yeah)
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| I’d be the sweet feeling of release
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| Mankind now dreams of (Hey, yeah)
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| That’s found in the last witness
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| Before the wave hits, marvelling at God (Hey, yeah)
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| Before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea
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| Imagine being loved by me
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| I won’t deny I’ve got in my mind now (Hey, yeah)
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| All the things I would do
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| So I try to talk refined for fear that you find out (Hey, yeah)
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| How I’m imaginin' you
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| I won’t deny I’ve got in my mind now (Hey, yeah)
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| All the things we could do
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| So I try to talk refined for fear that you find out (Hey, yeah)
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| How I’m imaginin' you |