| I lived my life alone before you
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| And with those that I’d never succeeded to love
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| And I grew so accustomed to that kind of solitude
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| I fought you, I did not know how to give it up
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| Before you, had I ever known love
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| Or had I only known misuse of the power another had over me?
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| The power another had over me
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| I crossed the country and I carried no key
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| Couldn’t I look up at the stars from anywhere?
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| And sometimes I did, I felt ancient
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| But still I sought peace and it never came to me
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| They often spoke as though I had been set free
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| But I traveled only in service of my dreams
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| I stood before them all, I was a sleepwalker
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| Couldn’t hold my misery down
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| Not even for you
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| It bore me on all the places I’ve ever gone
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| And I grew so accustomed to that kind of solitude
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| But I long for you now
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| Even when you just leave the room
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| And of all the roads and the cities that I passed through
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| And of all the eyes I have searched inside
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| The one sense of permanence that I came to feel was mine
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| Only beneath your gaze |