| I don’t spend too many days
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| Thinking about my reckless ways
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| Broken hearts, rhymes of death
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| Trouble I’ve brought, pain I’ve left
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| All the changes I try to make
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| Like drowning bubbles in a giant wake
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| Coughed from the sea onto dry land
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| Brought to life somehow again
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| Hide your tears out in plain sight
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| Hide your tears to catch the light
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| Show your tears to all your friends
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| Then go and hide your tears again
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| Heard her cries through bedroom doors
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| Crashing dreams off distant shores
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| Said everything I shouldn’t say
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| Would different matter anyway
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| The stories I could never tell
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| Of lives and wives and city bells
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| They’re all wrapped in my arms so dear
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| Though nothing I have can hold them here
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| Hide your tears out in plain sight
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| Hide your tears to catch the light
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| Show your tears to all your friends
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| Then go and hide your tears again
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| I still fall for it every time
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| Take the cure on my own dime
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| Get up, get knocked down again
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| I ask for five and you give me ten
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| I broke into the house of love
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| A dimming light my shadow held
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| 'Til shadows held no light to see
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| With all of it surrounding me
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| Hide your tears out in plain sight
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| Hide your tears to catch the light
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| Show your tears to all your friends
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| Then go and hide your tears again
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| I don’t spend too many days
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| Thinking about the reckless ways
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| A man tries to outrun his death
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| Or a broken heart runs out of breath |