| I looked over my shoulder
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| Straight into your eyes
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| As you stood in my shadow
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| In some loud disguise
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| You were lookin' straight through me
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| Like a piece of glass
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| Out of step with the fashion
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| Fashions always pass
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| I’ve been living
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| On the dark side of the sun
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| Waiting for something
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| That would never come
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| Feeling restless and jaded
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| My heartbeat paralyzed
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| Like some refugee hero
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| To beat denounced and denied
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| In some rock and roll wasteland
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| In a thousand hours
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| While Madonnas keep smiling
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| Present them with the flowers
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| I’ve been living
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| On the dark side of the sun
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| Waiting for something
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| That would never come
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| And I’ve been running down the shadows
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| Like a street gang to survive
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| Hoping for something to keep me alive
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| I looked over my shoulder
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| Fire in my eyes
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| We were looking for justice
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| What we got was a great big surprise
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| We’ve been living
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| On the dark side of the sun
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| Waiting for something
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| That would never come
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| And we’ve been running from the shadows
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| Like some street gang to survive
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| Waiting for something to keep us alive
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| Been living on the dark side
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| And I’ve been running from the shadows
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh |