| I can tell where the sky meets the sea
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| I can separate the wood from trees
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| But baby I just can’t tell you from me
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| Differentiate the shades of grey
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| I know exactly where the night meets day
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| But baby I just can’t tell you from me
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| You’ve got instincts I can tell
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| You’re not running from yourself
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| You’ve known just what you wanted from the start
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| You took refuge in my pride
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| And found yourself another place to hide
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| In the shadow of my wounded heart
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| I know that man cannot an island be
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| I know that distance masks a tyranny
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| But baby I just can’t tell you from me
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| Yeah that’s right…
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| I know wrong from right
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| And maybe we can end this mystery
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| And drew a line that we both can see
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| I’ll let you have your space and I’ll have mine
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| The truth is that it wouldn’t be that bad
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| Appreciate all that we both have
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| And bring us even closer girl in time
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| I see the cards before they’re dealt
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| I see a soul and know the pain it has felt
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| But baby, I just can’t tell you from me
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| I know the difference between wrong and right
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| I know the moment when to turn and fight
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| But baby, I just can’t tell you from me
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| Yeah baby, I just can’t tell you from me
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| Oh baby, I just can’t tell you from me |