| Open Mind, more empty minded at weekends
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| But tell me, your secrets again
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| You sail in silence and speak paper and pen
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| Well sadness or violence? |
| Depends
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| Heaven knows, heaven knows…
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| Said the man who cannot love
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| And now there’s something, now there are no illusions
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| Don’t float out like childhood balloons
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| These heavy answers, and the fear of teason
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| When this is the last chance salloon
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| Heaven knows, heaven knows
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| Said the man who cannot love
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| Then you feel it coming
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| Feel it grow
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| And it tastes like home (x2)
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| Then you feel it coming
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| Feel it grow
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| And it tastes like home (x2)
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| Like home |