| Walking round blind
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| With the sun in your eyes.
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| You don’t know it,
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| She walks right through you.
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| And if you think twice
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| Then the moment will pass.
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| There’s no doubt it will be gone for good.
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| When you’re carrying your heart
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| In the palm of your hands,
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| You’re bound to drop it.
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| And that’s when you’re done.
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| Hold your tongue, boy.
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| Hold onto your breath.
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| It’s not done til it’s done to death.
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| Walking round deaf
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| When the sirens are crying.
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| You don’t know it,
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| She speaks right through you.
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| Staring at the floor saying nothing you mean.
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| It keeps spinning out of control.
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| Has the world changed?
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| Or is it you that’s changed?
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| She keeps walking past your door.
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| Hold your tongue, boy.
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| Hold onto your breath.
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| It’s not done til it’s done to death.
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| In front of a crowd
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| With the lights in your eyes.
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| You don’t ever get a look at yourself.
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| She’s got a thousand eyes
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| And they’re all fixed on you.
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| So what is it you’re going to do?
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| She’s not your savior
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| And you’re not a saint.
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| But this is as close as you’ll ever get.
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| Hold your tongue, boy. |
| Hold onto your breath.
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| It’s not done til it’s done to death. |