| I don’t want to know you
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| If I can’t hold you like I’m meant to
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| I see the stars fall from the sky
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| And I don’t want to be them
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| I want to stay up although
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| He’s been down and blue down and blue
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| So put your hands in my pocket
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| In the cold night breeze and I let you
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| You twirl the wind round your hair
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| And you moon glow stare at me
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| Oh, this hell is so pretty, so pretty
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| But your freakshow caravan is even boring
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| It’s on the road, let it go, go
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| I take a last look at you and I add it to my collection
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| 'Cause I don’t want to know you
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| If I can’t hold you like I’m meant to
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| I see the stars fall from the sky
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| And I don’t want to be them
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| I want to stay up although
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| He’s been down and blue, down and blue
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| I know you burnt those photographs from last summer, so you lied
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| Oh runaway darling, oh runaway
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| Your spider web mind and your broken smile
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| Can’t stay here no more
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| Anyway I know you tried to get by without love
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| Well you’ll come back someday and I’ll be far away
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| 'Cause I don’t want to know you
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| If I can’t hold you like I’m meant to
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| I see the stars fall from the sky
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| And I don’t want to be them
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| I want to stay up although he’s been
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| Down and blue, down and blue
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| Down and blue, down and blue, oh down
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| Down and blue, down and blue, oh down
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| Down and blue, down and blue, oh down
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| Down and blue |