| You walk in like Birkin, monologue 'em into the light
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| A preacher in a playhouse somewhere 'round the corner outside
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| I heard you’re no first-time offender
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| You’re no pretender
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| You got the room in your hand, they never fully understand
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| All the power you found driftin' through the window outside
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| No allegiance to legal tender
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| You don’t keep it on the inside
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| No shadows in your mind
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| You seem to drift across that line through the ceiling
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| You don’t try to define it, simplify and confine it
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| You’re unphased
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| Unaffected, unafraid of what you do not know
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| An altar for energy, we come close to witness it
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| In order to love her, there’s a target above her
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| I lean in real close as an informer
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| What if you’re just a performer?
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| You hear a whisper, but the bodies follow closely now
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| You just smile, ask me to take a seat on the stairs
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| Not the night for another bender
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| Cannot stray from the center
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| You could never be broken in the morning light
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| But as you leave, I start to see
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| I see what it’s cost you, I miss the imposter
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| Pretender, pretender, I start to think that I’ve lost you
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| I’m ashamed that I thought I could define you
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| Simplify and confine you
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| I know, I know, darling, I know it’s a shame
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| We’re all afraid of what we do not know
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| Scattered debris and you were spinning uncensored
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| An elegance I remember
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| Don’t you keep it on the inside
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| Unphased, unafraid
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| You’ve been here before |