| If your circle stays unbroken
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| Then you’re a lucky man
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| Cause it never, never, never has for me
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| In the palace of the virgin
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| Lies the chalice of the soul
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| And it’s likely you might find the answer there
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| She had fourteen years of teenage tears
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| And never a helping hand
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| She had fourteen more of rain before
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| She saw the sight of land
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| She was a photograph just ripped in half
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| A smile inside a frown
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| And the the light, the answer right
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| Inside her coming down
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| I can go away
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| I can leave here
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| I can be invisible
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| He was just eighteen and in-between
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| A lady and a man
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| His daddie’s girl in momma’s world
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| And that was when he ran
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| You know the word confused has been abused
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| But that’s just what he was
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| And then the spark inside the dark
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| The answer came because it said
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| You can go away
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| You can leave here
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| You can be invisible
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| Well I grew up quick and I felt the kick
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| Of life upon a stage
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| So I bought the book and took a fast look
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| At just the very last page
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| It was a single word that I’d just heard
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| From the two that came before
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| The only way to really stay
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| Is to walk right out the door
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| I can go away
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| I can leave here
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| I can be invisible
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| I can go away
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| When I leave here
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| I can be invisible
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| When I go away
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| Lord you know it’s right to leave here
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| So I just become invisible |