| You will run and I will hide
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| You’ll be scared of what you find
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| A clock that ticks but won’t keep time
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| A heart that beats and beats just to break
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| Such flawless fashion sense
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| Appealing to the camera lens
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| Until the light suspends
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| And seals your fate
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| Step back, let it fall into place
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| Oh, seductress you’re ever so seductive
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| We’re dancing in the sky
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| Up, down, around, left to right
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| The saints that we portray
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| Rearrange to fit the frame
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| Out of focus, out of place
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| Somehow we fit the frame
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| The saints we portray
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| Appear shattered on window panes
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| Place me in your gallery
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| I’ll be your novelty
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| For all those starving eyes to see
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| This seals your fate
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| Step back, let it fall into place
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| Oh, seductress you’re ever so seductive
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| We’re dancing in the sky
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| Up, down, around, left to right
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| The saints that we portray
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| Rearrange to fit the frame
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| Watch the world curve and slip away
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| I’m not afraid to die
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| I’m just afraid I might
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| Lead an unlived life
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| And leave this world with empty eyes
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| Oh, seductress you’re ever so seductive
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| We’re dancing in the sky
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| Up, down, around, left to right
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| The saints that we portray
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| Rearrange to fit the frame
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| Watch the world curve and slip away |