| I’m sorry for bringing you here
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| My voice just a futile sound
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| I’m the ceramic man
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| Who will love me when you’re not around?
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| It’s the fuel of the lonely hearts, and my stone cold hands
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| For days for hours, it’s all right
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| It’s under the skin, but it’s all right
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| As long as I’m here
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| Who will love me when you’re not around?
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| As long as I am here
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| Hard to come, hell to go Under the skin it is — under the skin
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| It’s under the sin — for you it’s waiting
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| All made of clay, just try not to worry
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| Hollowed for the glory of today
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| If I don’t make it back there…
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| Lift me up and take me home
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| Forgive me the things that I have done
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| I’m the ceramic man
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| Who will love me when you’re not around?
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| Could not help it, I just want you
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| Under the skin it is — under the skin
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| It’s under the sin — for you it’s waiting
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| If I don’t make it back there
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| I am sure you will understand
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| Under the skin it is — under the skin
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| It’s under the sin — for you it’s waiting
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| All made of clay, just try not to worry
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| Hollowed for the glory of today
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| If I don’t make it back there
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| I am sure you will understand
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| I did not mean to do it — you know its true! |