| Dark night but there’s plenty to believe in…
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| Why’d you have to let her touch your feelings?
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| I always gave you everything that you needed
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| All you had to do was ask — but you just got greedy
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| Now the only time we talk is when we talk alone
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| To the voices that you leave
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| On your mechanical telephone
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| Sometimes I call just to hear your voice
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| Set free of the talons and claws
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| But the memory I keep
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| Doesn’t really let me leave any word at all
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| You always liked any woman who was easy
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| Hope you’ve met your match… but can she beat me?
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| You always said I’d be the first to walk
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| You say I’m always the first to talk, but can she free me?
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| Now we rarely talk alone. |
| We usually speak in groups
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| To the people you invite
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| For the theater and a bite who are used to you
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| They like to listen to their own mouths move
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| They like to watch your jaw drop, too
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| But the witticisms fade when the covers
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| Are unmade and I’m so far away
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| I bet you thought I’d be an easy lay
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| I bet you thought I lived alone
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| Hungry for the vision and the afterplay
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| I’ve had better times alone
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| Now we rarely talk of love. |
| We only speak of need
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| And the sacrifice of life
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| To the altar and the knife on our mound of greed
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| I rarely call just to hear your voice
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| Set free of the pillars and stone
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| But for the company I keep when I speak
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| To your mechanical telephone
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| It’s the company I keep when I speak
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| Your mechanical telephone
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| The company I keep… |