| Please let me in, I wasnt introduced
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| I really want to be your friend
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| Id like to know, I wasnt introduced
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| I really want to make amends
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| Theres a place that I know, its so hard to find
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| Id like to take you there, if youve got the mind
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| cause I never dreamed at all Id know someone like you
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| The temple of your secret hell is the heaven Ive been through
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| Wed like to know, its kind of confidential
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| But where on earth did you go Were just your friends and thats coincidental
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| But do you really like the end
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| I wish I was so strong, I wish I was so good
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| Id show you all those things I know I never could
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| We just go round and round, the circle has decreased
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| Youre starving for some lovely love the vultures scarf the feast
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| Beware of freaks, they really mess your mind
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| Youre looking fabulous this time
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| They shook you up, you rattled and you rolled
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| Another generation crime
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| A man without a heart, is a ship without a rudder
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| You run into the rocks, feel our timber shudder
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| Youre greedy with your time, who can lay the blame
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| If I was as young as you I guess Id be the same
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| You played the game, you lived on consequences
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| Without a dollar to your name
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| Up on the hill your busy man advances
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| Are you so scared to stand still
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| Take a look around, see the stranglehold
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| The winters are so warm, the summers are so cold
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| And its ugly out there now, the wind is whispering things
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| You havent heard the last of this the rumors have grown wings
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| Coming back to me Coming back to me Coming back to me through a haze of memory
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| Foxes in the sky, the dunes dark and deep
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| Jury swinging on the vines, while I make a scene
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| Days and days of rain, mushrooms by the ton
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| Waiting for our clothes to dry, mr. |
| watson cleans his gun
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| Walking round the fences, a sister left behind
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| A visit by a country doctor, two years from going blind
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| Sundays at the big house, cream and sheffield steel
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| Still the talk of singapore, and how it feels real
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| It crawls across the grassland, a wall of shining heat
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| Coming on back to me through rocky seat |