| Five weeks in a prison
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| I made no friends
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| There’s more time to be done, but
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| I’ve got a week to spend
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| I didn’t pay much attention first time around
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| But now you’re hard not to notice
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| Right here in my town
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| Where the stage of my old life
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| Meets the cast of the new
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| Tonights actors… me and you
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| Each day is taking us closer
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| While drawing the curtains to close
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| This far, or further, I need to know
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| Your increasingly long embraces
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| Are they saying sorry or please?
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| I don’t know what’s happening
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| Help me
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| Through the streets
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| On the corners
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| There’s a scent in the air
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| I ask you out and I lead you
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| I know my way around here
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| There’s a bench I remember
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| And on the way there I find that the movements you’re making
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| Are mirrored in mine
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| And your hand is held open
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| Intentionally, or just what I want to see?
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| Your increasingly long embraces
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| Are they saying sorry or please?
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| I don’t know what’s happening, help me
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| I don’t normally beg for assistance
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| I rely on my own eyes to see
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| But right now they make no sense to me
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| Right now you make no sense to me |